I came home one night when my girlfriend was out of town and wrote this. It's based on a real ex girlfriend and realistic scenarios. It's my first time writing, so go easy on me and would love feedback! If you like it, I have a couple more stories in me I'm sure.
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"Hey! I'm back in town, let's go for that run!"
Looking at the text message, I wondered if this was going to be trouble. It had been six years since we had broken up. Six years since our wild alcohol and drug fueled relationship had disintegrated, and I had moved on, sobered up, gotten a great job, fell in love... Two years since my relationship had become routine. I loved my girlfriend, I loved our home, and I loved my job. What I didn't love was that my girl and I had stopped having sex. It's not uncommon; you live with someone, you see them every day, and the one who used to be new and fresh was suddenly old and routine. How many times can you fuck the same person before it stops being exciting?
I had recently gotten back in touch with my ex on Facebook. Innocent comments on her pictures, encouraging words on her status updates. That had developed into occasional chats online. Innocent chats, talking about what we were doing with ourselves. She had recently quit her corporate job to follow her passion. She had always been fit, but had recently taken it to a whole new level. First she started running, finished a half marathon, then a full one. Studying nutrition and fitness, she decided to start consulting as a personal trainer. Jokingly, I mentioned in a chat that I could use a trainer, that I had started to let myself go.
"I'm actually coming there next week, how about we go for a run and maybe I could give you some tips?"
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When I opened the door, I could hardly believe my eyes. I'd seen the pictures on Facebook, but I wasn't ready for what I saw before me. She was standing there decked out in short, white spandex shorts, with a matching spandex running top. She never had huge breasts, but what she did have were perfectly outlined in the tight white top. I could see a sliver of tanned midriff and, from her hips to her incredibly tight stomach, I liked what I saw.
I knew I had long passed the length of a reasonable up and down, but I couldn't help myself. I lazily trailed my gaze from her navel, up through the valley of lightly goose pimpled cleavage, up her neck, taking in her full lips, curled into an amused smile, past her pert nose, and to her two bright blue eyes. Her left eyebrow was slightly lifted, "So, are you ready for this?"
I looked down at myself. I wasn't terribly out of shape, despite what I had told her. I'd always been athletic, and despite the last couple years of relative inactivity, I still had some muscle tone. A little belly had formed, but you could still see abs when I flexed. I had a five-pack, six in the right light. I was wearing some looser running shorts and shirt. "My shoes are tied, let's do it!"
We headed off towards the nearest park at an easy pace, chatting and catching up.
Twenty minutes into the run, I started to tire. We still had a couple more K to go before we got back, and I was really wondering if I was going to make it. As we hit the hill, I started to slow a bit. She continued to power on ahead. Her ass and legs were unbelievable. I drunk in the view, ripping my gaze up from the flexing muscles in her calves, up the back of her shapely thighs, to the prize of her teacup shaped and tightly covered ass. With each step, one or the other mound of flesh pushed back towards me. Sweat at had inundated her spandex, and I realized as I was staring between those two cheeks, that it had become slightly transparent. I could see the lightness of her skin beneath the sweated material, and was drawn invitingly into the darkened area between her ass and down between her thighs. She wasn't wearing anything underneath the shorts.
I became almost hypnotized, running blankly now, and felt my cock start to harden as I imagined licking the sweat from the bank of flesh between her shirt and pants. I wanted to peel her pants down and bury my face between her perfectly muscled ass cheeks. As I forgot where I was, and really entered my fantasy, my dick responded appropriately. A bit overzealously, as running in loose shorts with a hard on is really not the most pleasant thing in the word.
"Uh, are you ok?"
I snapped out of my reverie, tore my gaze from her ass, and met her playfully smiling face. She was looking back at my awkward run.
"I've got a bit of a cramp, let's take a breather."
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"Alright, let's stretch it out. Lie on your back." We had found a clearing behind some trees, near the running path. I complied and laid on the spring grass, and she stood above me, arms akimbo. The view of her tight abs, strong thighs and the mound of her covered pussy, framed by the tops of green trees and the blue spring sky, was amazing. Even if everything else was wrong about our relationship, the sex was always right. I was having a hard time reminding myself that I was in a relationship as memories of all the times that she and I had fucked outdoors overwhelmed me. This was bad.
Blood flowed towards my groin as she crouched down between my legs, surveying me. Her eyes paused at my waist, and she examined the outline of my dick pressing against my shorts. With a knowing cluck she knelt down to me. She took my left leg up on to her shoulder as she balanced on one knee between my legs and placed her hands on my shin and thigh. She ran her hand from my thigh around to the hamstring, "Does it hurt here?" Ignoring my face, her eyes appeared to be fixed on my hard on.