"Show me!"
Claire held out her hand. Sam retrieved the bag from under her chair and held on to it for a second before handing the large white carrier bag over to her inquisitor. Clair knew she'd struck gold, Sam acted so guiltily it was tangible. Looking into the bag she took out a tiny pair of compression leggings and a matching crop top.
"Good god woman! Can you even get into these?"
"Oh yeah, they stretch. These are both my size, they're supposed to be tight."
"Tight? TIGHT? These will look painted on! And you intend to wear these tonight? You bought those to wear for your stalker? I take it Tim has no idea about any of this."
Sam felt ashamed for the first time. Truth was she had admired the kid's physique and his skin tight running clothes looked really sexy. If, as she was beginning to believe, he was turning up deliberately she wanted to look sexy too. Claire seemed genuinely angry and the mention of her husband made Sam wince. She'd allowed herself to get swept along in a fantasy and hadn't thought the implications through. She reached across the table and took her friends two hands in hers.
"Claire, listen. Listen! Nothing is going to happen. There is nothing for Tim to know. It's a silly tease for my own amusement. Tim hasn't been near me for ages. Well he has, but he's distracted. Tired he says from his shift pattern, but he just wants it over with. Wham-bam stuff. If I was satisfied do you think I'd be spending over a £100 on running clothes? Can't I have this? Can't I just pretend for a while?"
Claire loved Sam to bits and any anger quickly dissipated and was replaced with concern. This was potentially dangerous ground she was getting into. She hadn't known about Tim cooling towards his wife and prayed it wasn't serious but her loyalties were definitely with Sam so she came up with a plan.
"Sam, before you go flaunting your body.."
"...I'm not it's just..."
"Let me finish. Before you go out with nothing but sprayed on clothes and tease a guy you don't know lets at least establish that he's not a stalker. OK? Let's run a little test. If he is genuinely just going running at the same time; change your time. Just 10 or 15 minutes. If he still comes out at his usual time and goes running anyway we know he's genuine and you haven't got a weirdo to worry about. If he doesn't come out, if he doesn't go running then, OK it's not enough to put him away, but you know to be careful. You know if he is genuine and just likes to go running it wouldn't hurt to have a running partner in your neck of the woods."
"I knew there was a reason I let you hang around with us cool kids." Sam beamed at her friend. Claire was such a good friend. She knew that last bit about a running partner was her blessing for anything that might happen. Anything at all.
Paul was poised by his front door. He had his best compression 3/4 length leggings and long sleeve top on. He knew how he looked, He looked good. He was tall and muscular and toned. His body was is perfect shape and his running kit left nothing to the imagination. He had noticed the MILF across the hall weeks ago and he really wanted a shot at that arse. Failing that he'd settle for multiple shots at her pussy. She was small and tight and exactly what he liked. Her pixie cut was exactly what she suited and put her squarely in the centre of the sexy/pretty/cute Venn diagram. He had known she went running around the same time every evening. He had pumped himself as much as he could and put on his tightest running gear and pretended to do warm ups until she came out. He'd timed it perfectly and was bending right over as she appeared. He had stood, given her a good look at him all over before. Heading off down the corridor. Once out of sight he ducked out of the way and waited for her to run passed. He didn't know her route so couldn't go the same way and have her follow so he did the next best thing. There was only one way she could return so he waited at a crucial corner and simply kept an eye out. When he saw her approach he chose the apt moment and started running back himself. She would think she'd caught him up and would have plenty of time to appreciate his best feature. If she'd seen the front and his favourite feature she would know how excited he was thinking she was watching his backside in the oh so tight leggings.
Tonight she was late, Only 4 or 5 minutes, but she was never this late. He wasn't stupid, he sensed this was a test and didn't want to be caught out. He opened his door and started his warm up routine.
Sam had been peering through her spy hole in the door. She had changed into her new gear in the bedroom and put sweat pants and a fleece top over it. Tim hadn't batted an eyelid as she walked through the living room. It was run time, didn't concern him. As soon as she was in the porch she stripped off the outer garments and stood there in leggings and crop top. She felt incredibly self-conscious and wasn't sure if she could go through with it in any case. The kid wasn't there and it looked like Claire had been right to be cautious. Sam was more disappointed than she would ever admit and actually gasped with joy when the door to the flat opposite opened and he came out. She stayed behind the protection of the spy hole for a minute, watching him stretch and flex. God he looked good. It really was like watching him exercise naked. His collar length wavy blond hair, soft brown eyes and strong jawline didn't hurt and she felt herself dampen as she opened her door and stepped out.
Paul was facing away but he heard her door and smiled to himself. He bent to reach his ankle and took the opportunity to look behind him. When he saw her and what she was wearing he totally lost his cool. He stumbled and swore to himself and almost collided with the wall. It all over in maybe two seconds and he managed to regain his composure but not before Sam noticed. She knew she had been the cause and it sent a thrill through her. She hadn't considered it, but her nipples became clearly visible through her crop top. She wished he could see that. She did her own stretching now and he pretended to be checking something on his smart watch as he admired the curve of her arse. The muscles in her legs were toned and powerful and despite himself he couldn't look away. As she straightened up and her legs came together he noticed that sexy gap at the top of her thighs and hoped his excitement wasn't too obvious.
Sam knew she was having an effect on Paul. A good effect, the effect she was going for and she felt so sexy. He wasn't even pretending not to stare anymore.
"Hi. I'm Sam"
"Paw. Ahem Paul! I'm Paul. I like your outfit" and he gave her the cutest most bashful smile.
"You know if we're going running, we might as well go together. A girl could use a big strong guardian sometimes." Sam sounded a lot cooler than she felt. This was moving so fast, and her logic was being severely hampered by lust but her excitement was in control and she desperately wanted this to lead to something very naughty.
Paul's brain was in turmoil. Was this woman coming on to him? Was he imagining this or not. Oh god, what if she wasn't and he makes a fool of himself? He decided to play it as cool as he could manage under the circumstances and just go along with her.
"Absolutely, be great to have some company, can't promise the best conversation though."
"Great, we'll take your route. You always get back before me so I assume it's easier."
She gave him a wink to show she was just teasing. He wondered if it meant she was on to him and knew he didn't run. If it did he felt she would say something else so he played along.
"Or maybe I'm just faster than you."
"Are you challenging me to a race young man?!" Sam was laughing and Paul knew she was game for this.
"Well I wouldn't be much of a guardian if I left you in my wake now would I."
Sam loved banter and this was as good as she'd had for a while. She pulled a mock shocked expression and gave a short bark of a laugh.
She sauntered casually over to Paul and put out a hand. She made to run her hand down his upper arm and across his muscular chest without actually touching him. The sexual tension was electric and Paul was panting.
Sam suddenly poked him in the shoulder and cried, "You're it!" Turned and ran.