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Lance Morgan smiled as he kissed his wife good bye, stood at the drive way and waved as she left for a 5 day conference in Tulsa. He stretched his muscular form in the rising light if the sun. It was gonna be another hot day in LA.

He went back in and changed into a pair of running shoes and shorts, not bothering with a shirt, he was very proud of his tanned and toned torso. He might be in his mid thirties, but he put most guys in their twenties to shame

He ran his hands through his blond hair, threw on a pair of shades over his emerald eyes and headed out. The streets were quiet this time of morning, and with school out now there was much less traffic

He headed off the road and down a trail that he new went back into the woods for several miles. He wondered if he would see her again

The cute little blond he had seen back here yesterday. After all with school out, who knew what exercise regimens were being started
 
Alice,
20...about to enter senior year...
"Dad is an asshole" I mutter as I run the trails...... I like to keep fit for the upcoming soccer season...and he constantly frets about his little girl running through the woods...."I can look after my self" I mutter..I am pushing myself hard this morning...It's a wonderful day that started cool but is rapidly warming up...I approach the long rising incline that I know so well....when I was younger I hated it but now I am fitter I challenge myself each day to sprint to the top...not made it yet...got close yesterday but this older guy suddenly appeared on the trail and something about him really distracted me...I was sweating like crazy and I felt like he gave me a visual physical...my sports bra was soaked with sweat as were my tight shorts but he didn't need to stare at me quite so obviouslyat ... while at 5' 8", 130 'ish lbs and 34C I was not the slimmest in the world, but I was pretty happy with my looks ..this guy disturbed me a bit...But he must be at least 30 maybe more .. so if he appeared again and all else fails I can outrun him I am certain... I'm pushing hard, just another 100 yards or so to go , but it's the steepest part of this section I can see the target...I can taste the victory over myself and....
 
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There she is

Just a little way up the trail, blond hair in a ponytail swinging back and forth. A tank top on, wet and clinging to her skin. And tight shirt running shorts that show off her thighs and ass

Picking up the pace I get closer as the incline gets steeper. I wanna pace myself to run right behind that young sweet ass. It's things like that that make you keep working

Now she is only twenty feet ahead, the trail curving up grows steeper
 
I'm so close to my goal...I push harder and harder..then I hear another set of footsteps pounding the trail behind me and getting closer...I thow a backward glance... It's the guy again just a few feet behind and it looks like he is trying to catch me....I put everything into the last 50 yards in the hope that I will beat him to the top and outrun him down the other side
 
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I wasn't sure if it was the way she suddenly seemed to decide to run away from me. But now it was a race. I decided to give the hill the rest if everything I had

I passed her about twenty feet before te peak and came to a stop once I reache it, bending down and putting my hands on my knees as I try to catch my breath

I watch you run the rest of the way up the hill, delighting in the way your full breasts bounce in your top, wondering just how pretty that pair might be as I lecherously look you over

"Sorry if I startled you. I just wanted to crush this hill" I said between gasps as you reach the top.
 
He beat me and then stopped at the top...Sorry if I startled you he said.. As I stopped at the top and assumed the same stance as him...Hands on kness trying to get as much breath into my lungs as possible....Wow! You sure startled me but thats the first time that I have ever done that hill at full tilt...ok not as good as you but you have probably got more experience than me...do you coach running? Are there other trails I should run to improve?
 
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"I have run a lot. But you look pretty good. I could give you some pointers on your stride and show you some cool trails" he told her as his eyes slid over her body. With her hands on her knees he had a great view of her cleavage

"If you wanna we could go on one now. I could even give you some pointers on your form" he told her with a smile as he finally stood up. Catching his breath.
 
I feel I am recovering faster than you and stand up tall..."I'm Alice and I would be very happy for you to show me some new trails and coach me on my "form" I know that form in athletics is so important does this mean you will be running behind me and guiding me? " I confidently extend my hand to you.
 
I take your hand and smile

"A bit of everything really. So how long are you hoping to run today?" I ask as I start trying to think of where I wanna take you.
 
"Well I'm only about 30 minutes into my usual time out here so I guess i have another 60....I use running as training for soccer....sometimes I have a break at around 45 minutes and just lay on my back on the grass.....this replicates the timing and pace of the game and gets me in the groove....What do you run for?"
 
"Oh ok" he said as he turned and began to lead the way

" I'm out for a good two hours. " he told her as he started to trot ahead

"First watch my stride. My hips. And my feet as I run. Then I'll get behind you and give you some pointers" he said with a grin as he took a turn on a more obscure trail, heading deeper into the woods.
 
He told me to watch his gait... striding forward and lunging with each step.....been here before, girls don't run the same as men....after 50 yards of running behind him...I said "Whoah! I am not built to run like that! I'm sure if you coach young men to run that way they will good but I already know that you will not be building and helping my running skills if that is what you want me to do...Is there anything else you'd like to try?
 
He smiled as she called out. Then he slowed down so he could jog beside her

"Exactly. That's more if a what not to do. But it's all about finding comfort and posture" he told her as his eyes dipped over her bouncing body. Her chest was fully rounded an each stride had then heaving into the air, the sports bra underneath her tank top fighting to hold them back

"And once you have found your comfort stride you have to be disciplined. Kept your stride open and keep your posture. If you can do that you will be amazed at how much longer you can run" he said as he took advantage of her eyes on the trail to admire the glistening flesh ofnherbpussy tits jiggling and bouncing. He was going to enjoy this

"There is a small trail off to the left here that goes to some more hilly terrain. Once we take that turn I want you to run ahead of me so I can watch your posture and stride" he said. And up ahead he gestured at the small offshoot.
 
What you said made good sense...find the posture and gait that is comfortable and maintain it...then I could run forever....oh I so wish!!.... but running beside you was cute.... seeeing your well formed physique glistening in the now warming day was actually making me feel a bit horny...Gosh! you must be almost almost old enough to be my Father....but I guess it was because I was usually in the company of my Soccer teammates that I didn't often get to be training with a man..let alone a very fit man...as you appear to be. I covertly look you over...I think that's fair...you've given me a visual physical and I know you're watching every bounce of my breasts in my soaking sports bra.....you talk about some new hills...yes I am up for that and in a few minutes you says "next trail to the left, and you go ahead...ok?" I nod my agreement, taking one last glance at your swinging 'package' inside your sweaty shorts, and I turn left and lead, even though I have no idea where we are now...we are so far off my usual beaten track...I guess I have to trust you.... It seems strangely erotic to know that you will be running behind me and I have effectively given you permission to inspect my every movement and comment on it later....or even sooner...
 
Watching you take the lead makes me smile. It's noy often that I get to just focus on a delicious ass at work. That fine balance between well shaped muscle and a little bit I plumpness to give it some jiggle

Staring at your ass for a minute or two I can't help but think about what I would like to do with it. How it would feel to grip it and squeeze it. All these thoughts begin to he to me as we run. Soon the trail breaks out alongside a creek, continuing on a slight, but constant, incline

"Now watch your stride here. Really focus on keeping your form here" I say as I get within reach if you and put my hand on the smal of your back

"Hips and lower back thrust out. Shoulders just barely in front of your hips" I say as the hill slows you down enough for me to safely instruct you. But I can feel you lagging from all the energy you lost trying to escape me. Maybe we need a rest.

" let me know if you wanna stop and walk for a bit. That apron up the last hill was pretty tough on is both. "
 
"well I have been running now for 45 minutes or thereabouts so for my soccer rhythm I need to rest for 15 minutes and have some refreshment so that I can accomplish my goals in the second half. Is there a flat spot of grass near here with a bit of shade?" I ask...and as I look back at you I see a leer on your lips....it makes me shiver...but i am not sure why...
 
Just as she looks over her shoulder in manage to pull my eyes off of your ass

"Actually there is " I said as I gesture just a head. We break out if the woods and there is a small field with a large flat rock

I lead te way over laying out flat on my back on the rock

"You do what you need to do"
 
"I need to lay flat on my back and remove the tension of the last 45 minutes" I say.
"Grassy ground is my best choice...that rock certainly won't work ....well not for me at least" I see some flattish grass and lay down on my back.... I know that I really need my back massaged out but I am not going to tell him....
 
I can see the way ah tries to wiggle around on the ground. Not that I don't enjoy watching the full swells of her breasts heave one way and then the other, but I have to speak up.

"That ache is from poor posture" I say to you as I sit up on the rock. Without really thinking about it I peel off my sweat soaked shirt and leave I on the rock

"That's much better. Plus nobody ever comes by here so I can get it on our way back. Now come here and let me loosen up your shoulders" I tell you as the muscles of my torso ripple in the sun, glistening with sweat from out run. The taught line from a healthy physical lifestyle are very evident.
 
I sit up so you can get to my shoulders to massage them... Before you walk around behind me I notice your shorts.....hmmmmm...thoughts of Dad invade my head and I shake my head to get rid of them....Once behind me I feel the firm but still gentle pressure you apply to my shoulders....within seconds I can feel the tension receding.. and start to sway in the rhythm of your massage....this is actually so good and I look up towards you trying to communicate that it is good
 
I can feel you instantly melting in my hands as I work your shoulders with my strong hands

"You could leave your tank top here too, with my shirt. We will run back this way. You'll be more comfortable that way, and. I can get your back a bit better" I tell you as I lean over your shoulder to gaze a the full line of cleavage your sports bra is presenting to me.
 
Your massage is wonderful and I relax under your hands swaying to your rhythm almost into a stupor.... then I hear your voice telling me to take off my sports bra.... "we can pick it up on the way back" you say.....but what if we meet someone else on the trail? ...I think..and worry a bit...I know when I work out on Dad's treadmill at running pace I rarely wear a top unless someone is around... when I do that I am very conscious that my breasts jump up and down a lot and my nipples just shoot out! My room mate envies my nipples....she shouldn't they are more trouble than they are worth....I think.... "so no I don't see the reason to take my sports bar off at this time.." I say looking down at his shorts again...
 
I chuckle at her response, noting where her eyes go

"Ok. Maybe bit to run in. But for the massage?"My cock throbs at the idea of her top less before me and all the things I would do to her here on this rock

"I just figured we are both mature adults and all that. But if your too harassed that's fine. It would help me get this knot out" I tell you as my fingers find a spot and press. Your back arched away from the pressure and your breasts heave out in a delicious display, putting your bra to the test

"That needs to come loose"
 
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"Your right"....I say...." you would be able to work the knot out of my shoulders better if I took my sports bra off....but I am unsure of that....however it seems you have a much larger knot you need to work out....so show me that everything is ok and that you know what you are talking about..." as I stare at the growing bulge in your sweat soaked shorts.....
 
I chuckle at your response as my eyes linger over your breasts. I can't help but notice your eyes dipping Low as you mentioned the large knot

"I see how it is, you want me to show a little first" I say with a grin as my hands move to my shorts.

Then I slowly slide them aside as my hand scoops out my cock

Seven thick inches lay swollen but not stiff across my lap

"does that make you feel better?" I ask as your eyes take in my Girthy length.
 
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