[M4F]Sweaty From the Run

Plot 1: Run Club
It really was a great little community. On Thursday nights, people of different ages and abilities, 20s to 60s, all getting together to go for different runs. Everyone paired up by ability. Some groups were faster, others were slow. Some did 2 miles, some did 8. Some were training for a 5k, others for a marathon. Something for everybody. And then everyone met afterwards at the bar for a drink or two.

You had been going to run club for years now. It definitely was a sort of happy place for you where you could stay fit and still have adult friends. I was somewhat younger than you, and I’d only been around for the last year or so, but we had found that we had great chemistry. We ran, bantered, flirted a little, and pushed each other when the other has a training goal. I knew you were older than me and married, and thought of it just as some playful fun, nothing I took too seriously.

At some point you stopped showing up. I was bummed, I enjoyed seeing you, but these things happened. Life got in the way and eventually people returned. Or they didn’t. I had texted you at one point to check in, but you hadn’t responded.

After nearly two months away, you returned. You felt more serious than usual, but I didn’t want to pry. And when we got running, you set off at a blistering pace for our long run, and I initially struggled to keep up.

“Damn, Maura, going hard your first day back!” I pant, catching up.

“I just really need this,” you say grimly, pushing hard.

I nod. “Alright. Let’s go then.”

Not much talking this time around, just the panting and the sound of our feet hitting the pavement. When we arrived back at the bar where we’d started, I went to my car to grab my water and change my shirt before heading into the bar. But first, I walked over to your car where you were doing the same.

I gave you a quick hi five, before remarking, “That was a hell of a pace. Nice job.” I pause before adding, “You good?”

You pause as you out your water bottle back into the passenger seat of your car before straightening. You looked up at me with sharp blue eyes as your blonde hair, held in a ponytail stretched down to your back, to touch the pink sports bra that matched into a set with the black leggings you wore.

“Bill cheated on me. We just separated. We’re getting divorced. That’s why I haven’t been around.”

I nod. Woah. “Sorry to hear that. How about I buy your drinks tonight?”

You smile. “Thanks, Matt. I’d like that.”

Two hours later:

We’re standing in the same spot. You look back up at me. “Hey… do you wanna come over for a little? Bill’s moved out and I hate being in this fucking house alone.”

One hour later:

“Ohhh fuckkkk,” you groan loudly, your pussy descending on my cock for the first time as you straddle me on the couch. I pull the sports bra off and massage your tits while I look up at you. Our bodies are still sticky from the sweat but we don’t care. We can’t wait any longer.

Plot 2: An Ongoing Relationship (Simpler Plot)

You pull up at the corner of the street, putting on the breaks as you check your watch, ending the activity. You walk up the driveway, stretching lightly as you do. This was how you started almost every day, and you felt good as you pulled the cool morning air into your lungs after pushing yourself the way you did. Now, time to head inside.

You open the door and pull out your AirPods, striding into the kitchen in your sports bra that both kept your tits taught and showed a little cleavage, and matching leggings that showed of your toned thighs and perfectly round ass. I walked into the room with my coffee, admiring your figure in the kitchen.

“How was your run, gorgeous?” I ask, not even trying to take my eyes away from you.

“Good,” you reply, smiling as you watch me stare. You liked when I admired your body that way. You worked hard on it. You grabbed a water from the fridge and drank deeply. “Come with me tomorrow?” Sometimes I did, but I had been up late last night.

Either way, your runs always ended with our ‘morning coffee,’ out on the porch. Often, it did actually result in us sharing a cup of coffee or two on the porch. But it also involved something else.

“Maybe I will,” I respond to your suggestion as I come up behind you and slide strong hands across your bare back and around to your belly. Then I sink to my knees, grabbing the waistband of your leggings as I do. I pull them down to your knees, grip the insides of your thighs to spread your legs a little, then grab your ass cheeks, slick with sweat, pull them apart, and dive in. I hear your little whimper as you lean against the island. God, I loved the taste of your pussy with my coffee in the morning.

(This one could be a couple that’s together, but I also envision it as two friends/neighbors who do ‘coffee’ each morning as a cover for an affair.)

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Hey everyone! Saw a gorgeous blonde woman going for a run on my commute the other day and now I’ve been thinking about this for a while. The basic idea for the first has a young man in his late 20s or early 30s paired with an older woman recently separated in her late 30s-early 50s. The second plot is a lot more flexible. We can definitely change up the characters a little to suit your needs, consider the above a template. As long as we both end up sweaty, fucking, and exhausted at the end, perfect.

Kinks: rough sexy, hair pulling, spanking, anal, rimming (both), oral (both), body/cock worship, light pain, passion, breast play, praise, female orgasm, D/s relationship, race play, light bondage, biting, literacy, dirty talk, cheating, cuckolding/cuckqueaning, etc. (no, not all of this needs to be included)

Limits: feet, extreme pain, torture, death, supernatural, blood, toilet stuff, animals, little kids, etc.

I get busy and so this will be long term. Please be patient with my reply times, I have a lot of real life responsibilities. I promise, though, that if you drop me a line, I will respond to you.

Hopefully this gets some attention and we can chat! All other prompts open if you see something else you like!