I met Mrs E on the way back from a mid-morning run down to the beach. She had been out running also, and our routes converged at the top of the bridle path where it joins the road across the dunes.
“Mr M!” she said as our paths met, “lovely day for it!” I nodded back, catching my breath.
It was a warm day with a bit of sea breeze, so we were lightly dressed, stood on the side of the road. Mrs E was in running leggings, singlet and sports bra underneath, me in shorts and a light t-shirt. We were both glowing from our respective runs, sweat showed on her neck and I could feel it slick on my back.
“Come on in for a drink?” she said, pointing down the road toward her house. The kids were at school and her husband away on business, so the big house would be empty.
“Sure, that’d be great, thanks!” I replied, and we turned and jogged on down the road, crossing over and up to the side door to Mrs E’s big yellow house.
Mrs E pushed in through the door and kicked her running shoes off, padding onto the cool tiles in the kitchen in bare feet. I kicked my shoes off and followed, trying not to look at her pert bottom in those tight running leggings. Her thighs and calves were wonderfully shapely and toned as well.
Mrs E was in her 40’s somewhere, but had taken good care of herself. Her eyes were big and brown, set above pretty cheekbones and a mouth given to smile. Her hair was dark and normally swept back when she was out running. She was wearing no makeup I could see, and her natural beauty was something I had long been aware of. Up top she had small breasts that still had some pertness to them, and normally dressed sensibly and demurely.
She reached into a cupboard and pulled a couple of glasses out that she filled with cold water from the tap. I stepped further into the room and accepted the glass from her with a smile that she warmly returned.
We both took long drinks from the glasses and when I returned my gaze to Mrs E she was looking at me with a smile playing around the corners of her lips and a strange look in her almond eyes. Mrs E and I had always got on, but it suddenly looked like she had something else in mind.
She padded forward across the kitchen to me and put a hand out onto my chest. My shirt was damp from the run and stuck to the flesh of my chest. As she got closer I caught a blast of warmth from her own skin and before I knew it she was pressed up against me, standing on her tip toes to reach my face. I could smell the sweet sweat on her neck, and the perfume from her pulled-up hair as she looked up at me.
Without a delay our lips met, and the pent-up heat of our desires was unleashed. She put her hands up around my head, pulling my lips to her for a tighter fit and a deeper probing with her tongue. My hands dropped to her waist, pulling her closer, sliding my hands around the waistline of her leggings.
