All characters depicted here are 18+
***If you like my stories please consider leaving a comment or rating. Any constructive feedback is always appreciated so I can improve my writing. Thanks to
JackBellend41 for
help with the editing :-)***
As Graham jogged around the edge of the college campus, the 23 year old had a light sheen of sweat coating his skin. In a black lycra sports shirt and baggy shorts he was quite the pretty boy picture. He jogged roughly 5 miles every day, so he was in pretty good shape. With a slim build, wavy blonde hair and pointed facial features, he was a piercingly handsome young man.
He followed his usual route, which was often pretty empty. For as fit as he was, he hadn't always been. Just a year ago he'd been quite chubby, so he was still a little self conscious jogging around people.
Going down the path he approached the car park. Not breaking rhythm he jogged past with his headphones on. Out of the corner of his eye he saw someone waving at him. It was a woman, and what a woman she was.
In a dark wine ensemble and with a large fedora and coat she looked like a '60's bombshell with all the kinds of curves Graham found hot. Her hair was sheer scarlet and her face had an endless glow. The only word Graham could think of to describe her was statuesque. He felt drawn to her somehow. It was almost hypnotic.
Being a gentleman, he stopped and pulled his headphones off to see what she needed.
"Hey, what's up miss?" he asked in his most macho sounding voice.
As he headed over to her he was amazed by her beauty. From a distance she was a glimmering light revealed to be a lustrous diamond when up close. Clearly a bit older than him, he would have said maybe early to mid 30's but he didn't care. Seeing this visage of a goddess somehow in need of his help sent a tingle to his groin.
Slightly flustered, she responded, "Oh thank you for stopping. I'm a little lost. Do you know where the Waltonhill Building is?"
Her voice was so airy. She was American but Graham could hear an odd tinge of British in her accent.
"Oh yeah, that's the student accommodation building. It's on the other side of campus. If you just head through the park you'll get there quickly," he explained, pointing to the campus park area behind them.
"Ah, thank you so much! Which building is it then, that one?" she said pointing off in the distance.
"No, it's over a bit. How about I walk you there? You look like you could use a hand with that bag anyway," he charmed her, spotting the huge hold all bag in her hand.
"Hmm. Well, I'm sure I could manage, but I'm not one to pass up an offer from such a gentleman," she said. She handed him the bag. She didn't need his help but she didn't have the heart to snub out his attempts to impress her.
As he took the bag his arm dropped from the immense weight, making the odd woman chuckle. Graham wondered how she had so effortlessly been carrying this thing. He shook the thought from his head to focus on the task at hand, looking manly.
They wandered off down the path to the park, Graham trailing behind a little, partly from the heavy bag but also to admire the plump, round rear of his elusive new mistress. She was in good shape. Her tight pencil skirt hugged her perfect hourglass figure.
"Just left up ahead," he said as they came to a fork in the path. As they got further into the park, the groups of people became more and more dense.
Graham felt a little uneasy being near so many people in just his jogging gear but he hid it well. He had no assumptions that this woman would actually entertain his attempts at flirting but he saw it as good practice. Plus,
there was just something about her that had him enamoured.
She, on the other hand, seemed like a total airhead. Gazing off at her surroundings.
"I'm Graham, by the way," he said, trying to catch her attention.
"Oh that's a lovely name. I'm...oh my!" she was cut off by a football flying in her direction.
Graham jumped out to guard her from the projectile but slipped, flopping to the ground. He heard a round of masculine laughter as he scrambled to his feet.
He spotted the culprits. A group of teenagers from the local highschool. They were seniors so they came to the college once a week for inductions. They took this to mean they could play football on campus grounds, which they couldn't. No one bothered to enforce this. Graham grimaced as these little punks had just made him look a fool in front of this luscious lady.
"Are you okay?" he asked, turning to check on her.
He was shocked to see she'd dropped her hyper feminine pose, adopting a more practical stance, having caught the barreling ball in one hand.
Upon spotting this there was a loud chorus of astonished "Oooohhhh's" from the rowdy teenagers.
The woman grinned and quickly launched the ball back. The boy that caught it let out a slight "Oomph" as it hit his gutt. As she recomposed herself the boys let out some woolfwistles in her direction, clearly slaves to their juvenile urges in the presence of a beauty like hers.
Eager to assert his dominance Graham yelled over, "Watch it next time kid!"
The boys turned their attention to the rival alpha, calling out obscene noises at his attempts at machismo.
"Or what big guy? What're you gonna do?" The ringleader called over.
Graham readied a response but was stopped by a hand on his arm. He turned to see the woman holding him back.
"Dont worry about it, just leave them. They're just boys being boys" she said, pulling him away.
Graham tried to look like he was considering going over to kick their asses, "Hmm, okay. I guess you're right. Just a bunch of little punks."
"Exactly. Trust me, I know what young men are like. I've had plenty of exposure to them," she said, letting his arm go. He noted she let out a brief giggle at the mention of 'exposure'.
Anxious that she might be alluding to a husband he asked, "Oh so you're married?"
"Oh no not for sometime now. I have two sons about their age is all," she explained.
Sons? How old was this lady? If her kids were the same age as those boys she must be in her 40s. No surely not. There was no way she could be that old. Graham was also astounded that she had given birth twice yet kept her figure.
"You have kids?" he asked.
"Yes, two. Why?" she replied, raising an eyebrow.
"No, nothing! It's just uh, you...you look so young is all," he rambled nervously.
She stopped and smiled warmly at him, "Oh you are so sweet," she said, pinching his check playfully with her silky smooth hands, "Much sweeter than I was at your age. Probably the reason I had kids so young I suppose," she joked, letting him go.
Blushing bright red, Graham continued on, "So are your kids students?"
"No not yet, maybe next year though. They're still in highschool at the moment,"
"Oh, cool. So what brings you here? Are you a new teacher?"
"Haha! Oh, that's a thought. Me in charge of a group of young impressionable minds, goodness knows what I'd do to you," she said, winking at him playfully.
She hadn't planned on anything beyond directions from this boy but she couldn't deny she found his floundering attempts to impress her so adorable.
"Haha I bet you'd do better than most of the teachers here. Your def." he trailed off, losing confidence at the last moment.
"Huh? I'm what?' she asked curiously.
"Oh nothing, I'm just being stupid," he said sheepishly, hoping she'd let it go.
"No, you were about to say something. Tell me," she said, grinning.
Taking a deep breath, he said, "I was just gonna say that you're definitely better looking than the teachers here."
He couldn't believe he'd just said that, he must've sounded so pathetic. He looked round to see her giggling.
"Oh my, Graham, you really are sweet but you need to practice your smooth talking, don't you?" she laughed, pinching his cheek again.
He could practically feel his balls receeding into his body with shame. He felt so emasculated, yet at the same time he felt oddly aroused.
Their tender little moment was interrupted by the loud thud of the pigskin football hitting the ground next to them, making them both jump. Graham spun round to see the grinning teens sneering in their direction. The ringleader waved his arms to indicate Graham should throw it back.
He saw the scarlet woman looking at him, waiting for his response. He placed the heavy bag on the ground, grabbed the ball and launched it as hard as he could. It was a terrible throw. The ball spiraled off course and bounced away from the intended target.
"Haha, nice throw ya little weenie," one of the boys yelled, sending the rest of them as well as a few onlookers into a wave of chuckles.
Graham grimaced at this remark. He'd now been made to feel tiny in front of this lady by his own doing. He was now more eager than ever to keep his cool. Again the two of them turned to walk away.
"The trick is to bend your elbow when you throw, hun," she said, commenting on his feeble attempt.
He cringed at her dissection of his failure.
"Yeah, I'm not too sporty, I'm actually an art student," he said, trying to make himself sound interesting.
"Oh very nice. I'm a bit of an artist myself," she replied.
Before he could continue, he was silenced by her unbuttoning her coat. She let the garb fall down, catching it as her arms slipped out the sleeves. As she draped it over her arm Graham took in the sight of her perky round chest protruding in her silky white blouse.
"Whew why did I dress so poorly for this heat?" she said, taking off her wine coloured fedora and using it to fan herself.
