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Disclaimer:
All of the characters are fictitious, over 18, and consenting. All stunts are performed by experts, no plants or animals were injured during production.
This story is loosely based on a summer I spent consulting in Arizona. I have embellished it to make the story more interesting to readers.
Please comment if you feel inclined. Good or bad, I enjoy getting comments and they help improve my writing/story lines. Thanks for reading...
Storyline
Mike is a 34-year-old consultant to the financial services industry.
His clients pay him to help determine and manage derivative portfolio risk.
His current assignment will last from early June until mid-September. Because of the blistering summer heat, Mike runs every night around 10pm. On his run tonight, a hot milf, named Elle, pulled over to engage Mike because his running shorts had become transparent.
Mike hopped in Elle's car and rode back to her hillside mansion and enjoyed an evening of wild sex. We catch up with Mike as he prepares for his run on the very next evening.
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It was 9:30 and I was anxious to get out on my run. I was hoping that I would find Elle waiting for me somewhere along my route. I wanted to push my exhibitionism a little further than I did the prior night. I pulled a pair of thin, white running shorts out of the cabinet and tried them on. Normally, I would only wear these shorts with something underneath them because they were so thin and white that if they became wet, they were virtually transparent.
I wondered if I had the nerve to head out on my run knowing that I would essentially be flashing anyone who saw me once my perspiration soaked my shorts. I knew that the traffic was significantly lower after ten o'clock p.m. So, I decided to take the risk and wear the white shorts hoping that if I did run into Elle, I would impress her with my daring exhibitionism.
As ten p.m. approached, I pulled on my white shorts, my socks and my running shoes. I never bothered with a shirt because of the summer heat. I left my casita unlocked and headed out the door. As usual, I walked down the drive of the Royal Palm hotel and out on to Camelback Road.
I loved running in warm weather, my muscles seemed to be loose and relaxed. The first mile or two clicked off quickly. My mind was clear and free as I listened to the sound of my breathing in the relative quiet of the evening. As 10:30 approached, I made it to old town which was the turning point of my run.
My body was now completely covered in sweat, so I stopped to look at myself in the reflection of one of the dark storefront windows. What I saw was exciting and somewhat un-nerving. My shorts had become almost completely transparent. I was glad that I shaved my cock, otherwise my dark pubic hair would have been completely visible through my white shorts.
My cock was clearly visible through my shorts. It wasn't as if I was running naked, but it was damn close. I got turned on enough that I started to thicken a little. I decided I better keep running to avoid a full erection. I made my way through old town and made the turn back on to Camelback Road, headed back toward the Royal Palm. Fortunately, I was running the same direction as traffic. This meant that cars closest to the sidewalk would just see my bare ass vs my swinging cock.
The approaching cars were in the far lane, meaning they would need to look across traffic to catch a glimpse of my swinging cock as I ran back to my casita. It was exhilarating to feed my exhibitionist tendencies while I was working out. I was high on dopamine and horny as hell. I was going to be very disappointed if Elle wasn't waiting for me somewhere along my return path. I really wanted to have her again, especially since she was willing to help me satisfy my ass fetish.
I upped my pace a bit, hoping to get to the spot were Elle and I rendezvoused last night.
"Put some clothes on pervert!" I heard someone yell from a passing convertible.
By the time I looked across the road, the car had already passed. It was now clear that my exhibitionism was anything but subtle. The only way I could push this any further would be to run naked. My cock was starting to fill and thicken as I watched for a new set of approaching headlights. I wondered how I would top this on my next run. I didn't want to get arrested, as it would ruin my career; but I wanted to push this even further if I could.
At this higher pace, my cock had broken the adhesion of the wet running shorts and was flopping around, bouncing off either thigh. I knew that each passing vehicle could see it clearly if they were looking. Another mile passed quickly as I continued to be illuminated by the headlights of approaching vehicles.
Parked Car on the Horizon
About a half mile up the road, I could see the dark shadow of a parked car on one of the side streets. The silhouette was low and sleek. My heart jumped a bit as I suspected it was Elle waiting for me in her AMG GT Roadster. It was a fitting car for such a hot woman. I couldn't wait for her to see me in my transparent shorts. I wondered if she realize that I did this in an effort to impress her with my willingness to take risk. I picked up my pace again, hoping to close the distance faster.
As I approached the parked vehicle, it became obvious that it was Elle's GT. However, this time, there was a passenger.
"What the fuck?" I thought, "Is that her husband?"
As I got closer, I saw that the passenger had long hair that flowed over her shoulders. Because it was night time, I couldn't tell the color, but I could clearly see that it was a woman. I slowed my pace until I was about one-hundred yards from Elle's car and then walked as I made my final approach. The second woman was a striking brunette. She looked to be about the same age as Elle and she was just as beautiful. Both women were watching me intently as I approached.
"Wow, Mike, you're letting it all hang out tonight, aren't you?" Elle exclaimed, "Why bother wearing shorts at all!"
I watched as the brunette with Elle looked my body up and down at least three times.
"Who's your passenger?" I asked, "She's stunning," I continued.
"Oh, this is my tennis partner, Lynn," Elle explained, "I've told her all about you."
"Hi Mike," Lynn chirped, "She clearly didn't tell me everything; I wasn't expecting to see so much of you."
"Nice to meet you Lynn," I replied, "I wasn't expecting my audience to have doubled since yesterday."
"Why don't you hop in, and we'll go back to my place," Elle suggested.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I'd never been in a threesome before. Especially with two hot, mature, MILFS like these two. My mind was racing with fantasy scenarios.
"Do you even have room?" I asked, looking at the tiny back seats, that were covered with towels.
"It's going to be a tight squeeze, Mike," Elle replied, "Maybe you should just take off those shorts to make sure you can fit."
