Author's Note: If you're a fan of my anthology, this is my first story where the publication order is out of sequence for chronological order with this story taking place at the same time as Teaching Her to be an A+ Student.
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Cindy Condor walked into her bedroom and took off her nightgown. Dropping it in the hamper, she walked nude over to her dresser. She thumbed through her various colors of panties. She paused on a blue satin pair, but then passed it over for a black cotton pair.
The matching bra wasn't clean so she just grabbed a peach strapless one. She slid on a pair of black shorts, but then checked the weather on her phone and decided to switch to spandex capris. After that she pulled on a pink form fitting tank top and finished the outfit with a bright white pair of ankle socks.
Once dressed, she walked over to the master bathroom. Cindy pulled her hair back in a bun and thought about putting make-up on, but then decided against it. She turned to one side and then the other, judging how she looked while adjusting her clothing and breasts. She liked the way her ass looked in these pants; she still got it at age 43 and even after 3 kids.
She went to the kitchen to get a glass of water before leaving. There she passed her husband getting some eggs out of the fridge. She noticed him eye her up and down but he moved over to the stovetop without saying anything. He used to slap her ass whenever she walked past him in spandex or leggings.
"I'm going to head out for a jog," she told him as she poured herself a glass of water.
"OK," he said. "I'll probably be gone before you get back. I have to run into work today. Customer paid extra to get the project done ASAP."
"Will you be home for dinner?"
"Yeah I think so."
"OK, bye then."
"Bye."
A couple months ago she would have given him a goodbye kiss as she walked out the door, but not today. Cindy actually couldn't remember the last time she kissed him as she slipped on her pink running shoes. It was sometime after Christmas, probably Valentine's Day.
She turned right and jogged to the corner where she took another right. She jogged down to the where the street Teed into the main street. There was no light here, so she had to wait a couple minutes for traffic to clear before she could cross.
She decided to stretch while she waited. Grabbing the telephone pole, she lifted one foot and held it against her ass. Then she switched to the other after counting to twenty. Next she bent over and touched her toes. A few months ago she didn't even get close, but she had been jogging and stretching more as of late, slow improvements were building up. She mostly ran as a stress reliever, but her Sunday runs had been a cause of stress as of late.
She spread her legs and then bent over to grab one toe and then the other. When she stood back up the road was almost clear. Just one more car approaching that she had to wait for. She swung her arms forward and backwards until that car past. She jogged across the street and then down the road ten feet until she reached the turn in for the next neighborhood.
This neighborhood had nicer homes. Not that her home was poor, but this neighborhood just felt fancy, large lawns and large houses, all with the same fake brick front. She took four familiar turns until she arrived at the pond in the center of the neighborhood. She got on the path on the path that circled the pond and nearly completed a full loop when she finally spotted him sitting on a bench.
He was sitting in the middle of the bench with his legs spread wide and stretched out across the back of the bench. He just calmly stared at the water; he was still as the surface of the water. He wore a simple blue Tee-shirt and a white pair of mesh running shorts that had a bright blue strip down either side.
"I love watching you run, you're getting fit."
She let out a heavy frustrated breath, but then her voice sounded normal when she spoke after that, "Thanks, these runs are really helping me hit my target weight."
"The only other people I've see are 3 old ladies going for a walk on the other side of the lake. This lake is for show, they don't use it."
"All it takes is one slipped comment, one line overheard, one text message read by the wrong eyes and everything comes crashing down."
"Believe me, I know. I've had a few discrete relationships over my 4 years of teaching." He stood up and brought his elbow up to his mouth to stretch his arm. After 5 seconds he switched to the other arm. "You ready?"
"Try and keep up," she said as she jogged on down the path. He sprinted after her. It didn't take long to catch up. He ran directly behind her for about 100 feet. It was fun to watch that ass move as she ran, the spandex hugging the curves of her body.
He moved up beside her and they ran together in silence. This was their eighth Sunday making this run together. It was a spot her and Paul would walk to when they first moved here, back when they just had Cassidy in a stroller.
A quarter of the way around the pond there was a wooded area. They turned off the path and ran towards it. There was a small path not obvious from the sidewalk that circled the pond. When they entered the woods he fell back in line behind her. He stumbled on the third turn. He didn't see a rock because he was too busy staring at her ass. She kept jogging and disappeared behind another bend.
He huffed and puffed as he ran to catch back up. She was already sitting on the ground in the grassy clearing when he finally caught up to her. Her legs were spread out in a V and she was bent forward with her arms outstretched reaching as far forward as she could.
He bent over and placed his hands on his knees. "You know I have a comfy bed in my house."
"And you have a front door my husband can see from the living room couch." She sat up and slid her legs together. She laid back in the grass and lifted one leg so it was straight up in the air. Her hands reached around the back of her leg and her fingers interlocked to help support her leg in the air.
"I guess if you don't mind lying on the ground," he said as he walked over to her.
He placed his hands on her bare calves. He could tell that she shaved her legs last night. He squeezed and then slid his hands down to her knee. Her knee was covered by her spandex capris. He crouched down as his hands slid further to her thigh. She grunted as he pushed her thigh towards her chest. One hand paused on her leg to hold it there while the other continued to slide until he was rubbing that spot between her legs.
"OK," she said after half a minute of him pushing on her leg. He let her leg fall to the ground. Her body relaxed as she exhaled heavily. Her head rolled back and then turned to the side. She closed her eyes and took a second heavy breath through her mouth. Her legs were limp and tired. She gave no resistance as he grabbed the hem of her spandex pants and peeled them down. His hands slid under her as she pulled them off past her ass.
