Warning - this story contains elements of reluctance, cheating and betrayal, as well as the wanton destruction of a ham casserole. This is pure fantasy, and none of the actions and decisions in the story are condoned or advisable in real life.
Otherwise, enjoy.
Chapter 1
He checked his watch again, feeling nervous. He kept telling himself he had no reason to be, but it didn't seem to help. She should be here any minute. He stretched his legs again to distract himself, adjusted his shorts, drank a bit of water. He thought he really should have tried running a couple times this week on his own to get back into it. Although deep down he knew it wasn't his fitness level that made him apprehensive.
The doorbell rang.
"Hey!" she gleamed excitedly as he opened the door. "Ready to go?"
He froze in place. Momentarily awestruck at what he saw. Her beautiful face had always taken him aback before, and today was no exception, with her sparkling green eyes, wavy brown hair, and infectious smile, but he had never seen her wear anything like this running outfit. It really wasn't anything that was technically inappropriate. He'd seen countless other women wearing basically the same thing, but on her...
It clung seamlessly around her voluptuous figure. A purple jogging bra under a tight white tank-top stretched out by her miraculous bust. The neckline swooped down to reveal the flawless skin of the tops of her breasts, as it curved down into her cavernous cleavage. What seemed like a generous amount showing was really only a taste of what lay waiting below.
Yoga shorts smoothly outlined her round hips, coming halfway down her thicker, but toned and powerful-looking thighs. Despite her curvaceousness she was clearly fit, with well-defined muscles on her legs and elsewhere evident in the contours under her soft-looking skin.
He snapped out of it after what seemed like a stoppage in time, but was really only a second or two.
"Hey! Uh, y-yeah just let me get my shoes on," he stammered.
"Yeah, of course," she giggled.
As he turned away to put on his shoes, he fought off a blush.
Get your mind straight,
He thought to himself
. She's just a running partner. A casual friend who works in the same building. Don't get creepy. You have a girlfriend. She has a boyfriend. Grow up.
He couldn't help arguing to himself that at least his surprise was warranted. She had always dressed fairly modestly at work, despite there not being a particularly strict dress code. A woman can only hide so much, and it wasn't like he'd never noticed her body before, but today she was on a totally different level.
He closed the door and turned around to receive a view from behind of her walking down to the sidewalk. It was like the yoga shorts were made for her ass, the round but firm buttocks flexing and slightly swaying as she walked, hypnotizing him again. She glanced over her shoulder as he quickly diverted his eyes, and she smiled ...
almost knowingly?
he wondered, before reminding himself again to stop it and to get over himself.
"So you're a little out of practice you said?" she asked casually.
"Yeah I used to run a lot but it's harder to find the time and motivation these days," he replied.
"Well hopefully I can change that," she winked at him.
She looked down and fiddled with her smartwatch.
"Let's start with 4 or 5 miles and see how that goes. There's a trail that branches off into the park a little way up the street here that should be about that long."
They started out at a light jog down the sidewalk.
His attention was immediately drawn to his peripheral vision as the tops of her breasts started to bounce. Their size and shape even more apparent as each stride made them strain against her bra. It actually did an impressive job of containing them, considering a lot of women as buxom as her might have trouble running comfortably at all, but she didn't look bothered by the movement.
Whoever engineered that thing should win an award,
he thought.
While distracted he almost caught a tree branch in the face, and instead he gave himself a mental slap in the face to get his mind out of the gutter.
He made himself think of his girlfriend. They had been together for quite a while now and were getting way more serious, basically one step away from moving in together.
As his mind pictured her he couldn't help contrasting the two women. His girlfriend was beautiful, but in a very different way. She was naturally very skinny, thin as a rail in fact, and didn't really work hard to stay that way. She ate as much as anyone, but didn't eat particularly healthy, and rarely exercised. She was the envy of many women in that regard, but she was petite everywhere, including the chest and buttocks.
He remembered the one time the two women had met briefly at a work function, and wondering why his girlfriend had immediately seemed not to like her, referring to her after they had left as "that bigger bitch". He wouldn't dream of calling this woman "bigger", at least not in any negative context. She was tall, definitely much taller than his girlfriend, but not freakishly so. He was six foot three, so she still stood a few inches shorter than him. She definitely had some meat on her bones, but she carried it naturally. Toned and athletic, but not like a bodybuilder. The only "fat" that caught his attention (other than the jiggling wonders in the corner of his eye) was the fine layer under her skin that seemed to line her whole body like many women had, giving her entire skin an enticing softness ...unlike his girlfriend's bony arms and legs.
...Okay this thought process isn't helping
.
He stopped daydreaming and decided to strike up a conversation.
"Is this your usual route?" he asked.
