The Jog
[Knock] [knock] “Hello there,” I heard a mans voice say from behind me in my cubicle. A bit startled I turned and faced him.
“Oh hi,” I said as I immediately recognized him. He was this consultant who our marketing folks had recently brought in to help with our new product release. We had met briefly the previous week in one of our sales meetings. I thought he was cute but looked a bit young for the job. In any case he seemed to know what he was doing and I was attracted to him.
“So how are you,” he said in a friendly tone.
“Good, good,” I responded somewhat caught out as I tried to act casual.
“That's good,” he acknowledged and then continued, “so this is where they keep you.” He seemed a bit uncomfortable to me and that made me feel a little more at ease.
“Yah it's not too bad,” I said as I looked around. He looked around as well and then smiled back at me.
“So how was your weekend,” he added.
“It was good. I didn't do much I went for a run on Saturday and ...,” I began to respond and then paused for a moment to collect my thoughts further.
“Oh you jog,” he interjected.
“Yah, I try to keep in shape.”
“Yah me too, where do you go?”
“Oh I go to this park just up the hill.”
“Oh yah, me too...you mean Deer Creek right...it's really nice up there,” he said excitedly.
“Yah that's the place,” I responded with a big smile.
He smiled back a me and then we both laughed lightly.
“So you've been going there long,” he said in a curious tone.
“Yah, actually I go there all the time.”
“Oh yah I've only been up there a few times but I really like it. The fresh air is amazing,” he said a bit excited and then paused for a moment and then added, “so when abouts do you go.”
“Oh mostly on the weekends...usually Saturdays but sometimes Sundays...how about you,” I said.
“Oh mostly on Sundays,” he responded. We smiled at each other again and an awkward moment of silence passed. I started to feel a little uncomfortable again.
“You know we should go some time,” he finally added. I was dumbfounded...he was actually asking me out!!
“Yah, that sounds like fun,” I followed unconsciously. He smiled broadly.
“So how about this weekend,” he said hastily.
“Yah okay,” I said as I felt a surge of confidence.
“Okay, yah, um how about Saturday then, at say 10 or so,” he said.
“Okay,” I said smiling still a bit startled that he was asking me out.
“Great, but you have to go easy on me I am not in that great of shape,” he responded.
“Oh you have nothing to worry about, I'm not either,”
“Okay so if I do not see you by then I will see you on Saturday at 10 at the entrance to the park,” he said as he moved to leave.
“Okay, bye,” I said.
“Bye,” he said. And with that he was gone.
After he left I started to ponder and second guess myself. Was this a real date or were we just simply going for a jog. I was definitely attracted to him but I knew to little about him. I began to worry that I should have waited to get to know him better before going out with him outside of work. But then again if it is not a date and he just wants someone to jog with then all this thinking was meaningless. I decided to put it out of my mind.
The week flew passed and before I knew it, it was Saturday. I was a bit nervous and entertained the idea of not going but those thoughts faded and I readied myself. The weather was suppose to be hot so I put on my nylon running shorts and a tank top. With that I put my hair in a bun, put on my baseball cap and running shoes and I was ready to go, so out the door I went. What I didn't tell him was that I lived quite near by the park and could walk to the entrance. As I headed up the street I saw him in the distance. He saw me as well and waved. As I approached we smiled and said hellos. I felt awkward for a moment and sensed it from him as well. I didn't know what to do. Should we shake hands or hug. We did neither.
“You look really nice,” he finally said.
“Oh thanks,” I said accepting the compliment as I looked down on myself and felt a bit self conscious. I was in my work out clothes with a ball cap and pair of my ratty old running shoes. The clothes themselves were not complimentary but they did show off my figure quite well and the fact that he noticed made me feel good.
“So you ready to go,” I continued, “or do you need to stretch some more.”
“Oh yah I really should stretch more,” he said, “that's one thing that I haven't been doing that I know I should.” With that he moved to the side and began to stretch. I watched him discreetly out of the corner of my eye as I too stretched. He had a nice body. It was obvious he kept himself in shape. His body was firm and as he stretched from side to side his shorts had pulled up tight in his crotch. For a moment I could see the bulge of his genitals through his shorts. I then looked away discreetly just as he looked up at me. I felt myself becoming flush. I really need to stop doing that I told myself. I took a deep breath and then smiled back at him.
“You ready,” I finally said.
“Yep..lets go,” he said enthusiastically. With that off we went down the trail. The day was amazing. The air was crisp and the birds were all singing. There was a slight breeze which was nice. As we ran we got into a rhythm that suited the both of us. Then after about a mile or so I felt my shoe laces starting to come loose. As I looked down, sure enough, my right shoe lace had come free and was flopping on the ground.
“Oops..hey I have to stop...my shoe lace,” I said as I began to slow down.
“Oh, okay,” he said as he too slowed.
“Over here,” I said as I saw a bench on the side of the path just ahead. I hobbled over to the bench being sure not to trip on my laces. Once there I sat down and casually brought my right shoe up such that the heal was on the bench. I thought nothing of it at the moment as this is how I always tied my shoes. As I grabbed the shoe laces I noticed that I had picked up some thorns. As I picked the thorns out I brought my shoe up even closer to my body to make it easier. As I was just about to finish retying my laces I glanced up at him. He was standing a few yards away and staring down toward my shoe as if he were mesmerized. Once he realized I was looking up at him he quickly looked away. As I looked back down to finish tying my laces I quickly realized it was not my shoe he was looking at.
As I had brought my shoe up my nylon running shorts near my inner thigh had fallen to the side and had gaped open exposing the thin nylon inner lining covering my crotch. In this position this thin nylon lining left little to the imagination and it too had pulled slightly to the side exposing just a hint of my pussy and a patch of my pubic hair. I immediately became flushed and embarrassed. I took a moment to collect myself and put my shoe down before looking up at him. I was determined to act like nothing had happened. As I looked at him he was quite flushed. Maybe he was more embarrassed than I was, I briefly thought to myself. I then realized that was not the case. He awkwardly moved and turned from side to side in an attempt to hide the bulge in the front of his running shorts. Part of me was embarrassed for him but the other part of me was relishing in the thought that I had aroused him.
“So you ready to go,” I said knowing full well he was not.
“Yah sure,” he said awkwardly. With that I took off with him in tow. As I ran ahead I kept glancing back at him. He was having a hard time. His cock was still heavy in his shorts and would sway from side to side. He tried to act like everything was okay. I played along and led on like I didn't notice. Slowly it eased and after another mile or so he was back to normal. It was then I had a devilish thought and decided to have more fun with him.
“Oh I have to stop again,” I claimed, “my other shoe lace is loose...sorry”. I slowed to a stop and he passed slightly ahead. This time instead of finding a place to sit to retie my laces I turned so my backside was to him and bent over at the waist. I knew that this would give him an excellent view of my ass and my pussy pull up tight through the thin fabric of my running shorts. My heart pounded as I knew his eyes were on me. I took my time untying and retying my shoe.
“Oops,too tight,” I claimed as I untied and retied once more. This afforded him ample time to take in the view. I could not resist and peaked at him out of the corner of my eye. Sure enough he was looking. My heart pounded even harder. Finally I came up and looked at him. He was quite flushed again and I had to smile to myself as my little antics had the effect I desired. The bulge in the front of his shorts was back and even larger.
“Oh this is about as far as I usually go,” I claimed, “you want to head back.
“Okay...,” was all he could muster.
Again I headed out first and again he awkwardly followed. I could not help myself glancing back at him as often as I could. Again as before his erection eased slowly until he was back to normal. But I was extremely horny now and wanted more, much more.
As we approached the entrance to the park I got another devilish idea.
“Race ya!,” I yelled as I dashed ahead quickly. He was caught off guard at first but followed immediately and caught up to me easily. As we reached the entrance I pulled up lame and grabbed my hamstring.
“Oh shoot,” I claimed as I limped ahead, “I think I pulled a muscle.”
“Oh you okay,” he said alarmed as he came to help me. I took his arm and smiled up at him.
“Yah it is not that bad...can you help me to my house I live just down there,” I said and gestured down the street.
“Yah sure,” he said with a concerned tone.
We struggled to my house or at least I played it up enough to keep him very close to my side. We headed up the walk and after digging out my key and handing it to him he opened the door and helped me inside. Once inside he followed me to the kitchen where I sat myself down at the kitchen table and began massaging my 'sore' hamstring.
“There is some cold water in the fridge,” I said, “and a couple of glasses over there in the cabinet.
“Okay,” he said. He quickly poured us a couple of glasses and we both drank it down.
“So you okay,” he finally said.
“Yah I think but it is still sore,” I said as I continued to rub it, “ I think it needs a good massage but I just can't quite seem to get to it... would you mind.”
This really threw him. It was obvious he was not expecting this.
“Um, well, yah sure,” he struggled to say as he had to clear his throat, “where does it hurt.”
“Here,” I said as I scooted further to the edge of the chair and gestured to the back of my upper thigh. He moved closer and knelt down in front of me. His hands trembled slightly as he reached out and placed them on my upper thigh with his right hand on the inner part of my leg and his left hand on the outer part.
“Here,” he said as he began to massage me.
“Yah,” I said, “but a little higher.” I was beside myself as I felt his hands work deeper and deeper into my inner thigh. I could not believe it, my little plan was actually working. He was just inches from my pussy and it was on fire. I wanted so desperately for him to touch me and to take me but I forced myself to be patient.
“Hmmmm,” I said, “that is it, that feels good...just a little higher.” With that I parted my legs a little more giving him even greater access. He inched his hands further in, ever so slowly, until finally the side of his right hand was rubbing against the side of my pussy.
“Hmmmm,” I purred, “yes right there...that's the spot.” With that I ever so slightly pushed myself further to the edge of the seat forcing the side of his right hand deeper into my crotch such that the back of his hand was now rubbing against my clitoris. The feeling was incredible as I began to tremble with excitement. The moister in my crotch from the jog and from my own juices was evident and was allowing the back of his hand to slide effortlessly up and down.
Then it just happened. His left hand stopped messaging and his right hand turned and began messaging my pussy directly.
“Hmmmm,..yes,” was all I could muster. His fingers quickly found my clitoris and began messaging it through the soaked inner lining of my running shorts. I parted my legs even further to give him even greater access as the pace and pressure of his fingers increased.
“Oh....oh...hmmm,” I moaned as his fingers moved up and down and around and around with ever increasing pace. I had to brace myself on the kitchen table as I felt a huge orgasm building. I knew I wasn't going to be able to take much more of this. He then pushed the inner lining of my shorts aside and began to message my clitoris directly. The feeling was incredible. I began to tremble with the early stages of an orgasm. Sensing this he positioned his middle finger and pressed it slowly but firmly up into my pussy.
“Oh!!! OH!!! OH!!!” I yelled repeatedly as I finally erupted into an intense orgasm. On cue he vigorously pumped his finger in and out with ever greater force. I bucked and bucked with each wave of orgasm that kept coming and coming. Finally after what seemed like forever it eased and slowly I was able to focus again. There he was smiling up at me. I smiled back at him and could not believe how intense an orgasm I just had. Slowly he removed his hand from my pussy. His hand was absolutely soaked.
A few moments passed as I took a couple of deep breaths to collect myself.
“I see that your cramp is all better now,” he said with a big smile. We both laughed heartily. I then looked down at his crotch. His erection was very stiff and pushing very hard against the fabric of his running shorts.
“It looks like you have a cramp as well,” I said with a wily smile. With that, lets just say, his cramp was taken care of as well, but that is another story.