Saturday morning arrived, clear and cool and sunny. Perfect running weather. He tried to look forward to it, and there was a cheerful, encouraging voice in his head that supported the endeavor. There was also a frustrated, snarky voice that wouldn't find joy in anything not found between a woman's thighs.
The cheerful:
A good, long run is just what I need to clear my head.
The snarky:
Since I can't have a good, long fuck right now.
He went through his normal morning routine. Brush teeth. Make coffee. Jack off in shower. Get dressed.
Then it was out the door to his favorite park that would undoubtedly be busy.
And filled with many other fools like me who compulsively waste perfectly good Saturday mornings when they could be doing literally anything else
, Snarky Gabriel grumbled.
Maybe one of those fools will be a beautiful, available, age-appropriate woman who wants to spend a perfectly good Saturday afternoon riding my face?
Cheerful Gabriel offered.
A couple of miles into a new route at the park, Gabriel settled into a comfortably hard pace. It felt good to push his body, letting his mind wander and recover from the exhaustion of the last few weeks.
He was hardly paying attention to the other people around him--the usual parade of couples walking with their dogs, parents pushing strollers--but then a woman entered the path ahead of him at a brisk pace and his cock, which had been uncommonly subdued for the past half hour, took note.
Perhaps Cheerful Gabriel was right after all...
.
Gabriel slowed down a little to match her pace so he could stay a few dozen meters behind and watch her ass jiggle in short shorts as her legs propelled her forward, the muscles in her calves bunching and lengthening. Her ponytail flipped back and forth like a metronome, encouraging him to imagine what it would feel like to wrap it around his hand while those strong legs wrapped around his waist. He tried to settle into the fantasy as he settled into the new pace, but almost immediately the fantasy woman was wearing Ava's face. Ruefully, he pushed thoughts of her aside and focused almost angrily on the faceless woman in front of him.
Another half-mile and he was comfortably imagining the mystery runner's legs tangled with his under the sheets, and wondering what she looked like, whether her breasts were full and bouncy or small and tight.
Finally, they came to the end of the route, and she stopped just a few seconds before he reached her. Holding onto a light pole, she grabbed a foot for a quad stretch, still facing away from him. He jogged up to her, all smiles, and said, "Wow, you really set a stiff pace. I've been chasing you for the last five miles!"
The mystery woman turned, all smiles herself, and his heart stopped.
What are the fucking chances. Ava.
His smile fell away in shock, the whole fantasy he'd lived out with the mystery woman now filled by Ava and his body's response was immediate and disconcerting in its intensity. He knew the thin shorts would do nothing to hide it.
I am cursed. She's going to think my dick is always hard. Well, she wouldn't be wrong.
While Gabriel visibly floundered, Ava took no time to find her bearings and gave him another of her wry smiles, one eyebrow raising. "Funny. I had the impression you've been running away from me lately."
"I...Ava--"
"No, it's okay. I get it, I do. You had a hard time of it at your last company. It wasn't fair that you had to pay for someone else's indiscretion."
He grimaced. "You know about that, huh?"
"Everyone knows," she replied, not unkindly. "But it doesn't matter to me, or anyone else. We see the truth of it."
"The truth?"
"Well, she's got that fancy new job with the top company in the industry now, doesn't she? And the man who had
that
job is out on his ear, with the same accusations lobbed against him that were swirling around you."
He was silent for a moment, digesting this new information. No one had talked with him so openly about what happened, not even the guys he came up with in the industry. Her willingness to do so, and her unexpected sympathy and understanding, lifted a little of the weight of that experience. For the first time in the past few days, he found himself able to talk with her without his cock getting in the way.
She reached for her other foot to stretch that quad. "Some people are content to fuck their way to the top and take advantage of the fact that at our level there isn't much opportunity to make connections outside of the office."
"Tell me about it. Even here, at a park on the weekend, where I'm supposed to be able to find new people, I run into you!"
"Am I such a disappointment? You seemed interested enough until you saw it was me."
"No, no, that's not what I meant. I just mean...well, like you said, it is difficult to meet people outside of work."
"And yet here we are, meeting outside of work." Her voice dropped a register and he noted that same sinuousness from the elevator in her posture. "A perfectly normal, everyday sort of meeting." She took a step towards him and awareness bloomed in his eyes. "And you struck up a conversation with me before you knew who I was. A rather flirty conversation, if I remember correctly." She moved closer. "About chasing me." She laid her hand on the center of his chest, right over his pounding heart. "Feel like chasing me a little further?"
There was no question as to what she was offering. And, heavens help him, he didn't think he could resist her invitation this time. He knew he didn't want to resist.
