Sought and Seduced (Closed)

My jaw was slack as I went through all the pictures, taking my time and savoring the moments and how it was that I wished I could fuck like a machine every single one of these pictures as an individual person that my face was turning white as all the blood drained from my head and ran towards the crouch and when the icon apeared with a message hurriedly tapping out a response:

Yes, these are great! You really have talent!

And sending it off I forgot the finaly question for any more requests and tapped out another question:

As for requests: just more pictures lik these! :)
 
"As for requests: just more pictures lik these! :)"

"No problem Vicktor. I can get more by tomorrow." I typed in, as he observed through more of my photos. It felt as if I achieved something, so I had to admit, this felt pretty good. I figured that I could take some more photos with different outfits. Maybe some in my sportsbra again? It would give me something to do during my jogs, anyway. But that's besides the point, anyway.
 
Taking the pick of the litter and printing them out iand retiring from the site I was smiling all the while as the pictures came rolling out to be scooped up and then it was off to the bedroom. It was great to say the least that these, all these,were being printed out just for me that asi flopped onto the bed and looked at the first ones the smile was still kept on my youthful face and went through the stack slowly to pick out the first one of these that I would start with.
 
True to my word, new pictures were taken and posted onto the "members" section of the site, reserved only for my first customer. I think that I got into the chatroom earlier than usual, just to wait for him to show up. I honestly couldn't believe that I was getting excited for having a true fan.
 
In my room, by myself, and looking at all the pictures Mrs. West had made just for me and finding THE one that appealed to me I slid one hand into the pants and started stroking myself with eyes fixated on the picture and eventually everything melted together there I was with Mrs. West and together we made out out litle scene and the more I became submerged into it the faster I stroked as the rod became firm and the bed shook somewhat but there was worry in my mind. It was just me and Mrs. West and once done I would access her site again and shower her with praise and asking for more.
 
I was right about to give up until Vicktor showed up in the chatroom, and immediately, I chatted: "So, how's it going Vick?" I say, coming up with a nickname on the fly. "What do you think of the new batch of photos?" I was curious, and for whatever reason his opinion seemed to matter to me. Over the recent days, I felt less lonely around this place - and I think that it was because of him.
 
I had cleaned myself up, body utterly spent when I sank into my chair in front of the computer and tapped out a weak response as there was very little left inside my young body that the muscles were sore and crouch pained me so and when I tried moving my legs pain shot throughout my entire body, though not regretting what I had done perhaps it was wise to take it a little more easy next time and not go full blown.

It was great :)
 
"It was great. :)"

I grinned and typed back "Glad to hear that Vicktor. Say, where are you from?" then asked, curiously enough. Without much thought put into it, I then added "It's just that I'm from the suburbs around Chicago. If you live in the same area as me, we could actually talk to each other face to face. Or maybe go for a jog?"
 
I'm in the suburbs of Chicago.

At the time I did not know that Mrs. West was in California. In fact, I did not know where she was from. She was a model and models travel a lot, wherever they are needed but when she brought up going up for a jog I did not know what to say to that. Though athletc I was not just much for sustained running asi usually did basketball or football but going running for several miles at one go was something I had not done in a long time but now willing to take it up!
 
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" I'm in the suburbs of Chicago."

My heart skipped at a beat, as it turned out that Vicktor could very well be my neighbor. As I further asked, it turned out that we did in fact live close (about three streets apart)! So, I made sure to tell him my usual route, despite the uncertainty, and that if he happens to be around there in the morning, he could join me.

"You'll see, jogging is fun! :) " I typed with much enthusiasm.
 
She was that close? Really? When she said it would be fun I summed up the strength to lift myself off the chair and went to the closet and began looking through all the clothes that were hanging from hangers or in the hamper. There had to be shorts, socks, and a light shirtaround here and found my workout clothes, but they were soaked in sweat and needed to be washed and hurriedly dumped them inside the washer, by themselves, and turned the machine on and waited.

She was eager to go for a jog but she was older than myself though that was not really anything. We were both of legal age, and that was all that mattered and seeing her fine body in a sports bra in real life had me all hot and bothered. Though it was not an invitation to sex it certainly felt as though it was.
 
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That morning, I was in my usual jogging attire. Red sports bra, tight shorts, running shoes - all check. All that was needed was my exercise partner. But after about ten minutes, I was relatively sure that he wasn't going to show up. Maybe he was feeling a bit nervous? Perhaps overslept? Whatever the cause, I was about to leave without him during this fine, cool morning.

Until I saw someone come by the distance...
 
"Jesus I'm late! Jesus I'm late!" Panting as my legs carried me down the road. Already working up a sweat before even meeting Mrs. West and whe I saw a slender figure waitin onthe side of the road, out of instinct, I homed in on it and galloped faster in the belief that it was her that my heart almost exploded just by seeing her.
 
"Vicktor?" I asked with a smile on my face. I laughed just a tad, as I added "Well, looks like you actually showed up! Good for you!" with that smile turning into a grin. I suppose that if he knew the fine details, it would have been a little embarrassing. After so long going without proper company, I was so excited to have a partner to jog with.

"Ready for a little exercise?"
 
Already panting for breath but trying to keep a strong facethat I wasn't going to give up so easily because of a little run, swallowed hard and straightened myseld up in front of her,
You bet. Let's get going! now my feet were sore and sweat wasforming on my forehead and arms.
 
I laughed a little bit, as he seemed a bit spent. Poor guy, he must have been late and wanted to get here as soon as possible. And so, I took it 'easy' on him at first, just jogging slowly as he went through the block. I had to admit, it was nice, given that the entire neighborhood was pretty quiet this early in the morning.

"So Vicktor? How are you holding up?" I asked teasingly.
 
I was keeping up but deliberately lagging behind so I can keep an eye on your gorgeous backside in those tight jogging shorts. The rn t reach her had sapped some strength of out me but I was hanging tough and pumping my legs to keep up. The air was cool and the street relatively clear of vehicles and other people which meant less things I could avoid.

Right behind you panting.
 
Thinking that maybe Vicktor has been holding back, I began to pick up the pace - jogging a bit faster with each passing minute as the road began to get a bit more uphill. "Okay, here's where it gets a bit tougher." I say, and with a chuckle, I add "Are you sure that you don't want a break?"
 
No I called out between breaths I';m good. Keep going! Actually convincing myself I could do this, even though my body was not in the right shape for this compared to Mrs. West but I had to do, I had to keep going. For the sake of my own pride in her prescene. Right now I would have fallen out and spent several minutes catching my breath but I could do and pumping my legs as hard as I could began to catch up to the woman to show I was still there, beside her.
 
The jog went well, and after a while I felt tired myself (despite having jogged this much distance on and off again). And so, once we've covered enough distance, I suggested to take a little break. "Not...bad Vicktor." I said, between breaths, gathering my own composure. "You're pretty good at this. Do you jog regularly?" I asked.
 
I didn't but to keep up the image I nodded but could not utter a sound as all the air in my lungs kept leaving as soon as it went in. Utterly spent my knees felt weak and my body was soaked in sweat, even more so than playing basketball. Because it was still morning and soaked in sweat I felt cold but kept it up and after a few moments nodded to her, You good to go?
 
"You good to go?"

"Pretty much. Let's just take a light jog back though, seeing as I need to get some more photos up." I replied, and pausing to think about it for a bit, I couldn't help but ask then "Say, are you busy? Because it's normally a bit difficult for me to take pictures on my own, and I wouldn't ask my son to help me. It won't take too long, I promise."
 
Uh, okay. Yeah, sure. I mean, I got nothing else to do right now a beaming smile came to my face when it was obvious that she was going to treat me to a very personal photosphere in that it was going to be lie sweaty bodies and a camera under under the same roof and looking at her figure I had to turn away to hide the obvious ninety in my shorts.
 
"Perfect! Thank you." I said with a smile before we started jogging back downhill, before eventually making it over to my place again. Though it was still early in the morning, I knew that my son was probably at school. He's the type to take strictly morning courses to the best of his ability, so I didn't expect to have to make introductions. "Well, this is my home..." I said to Vicktor, as I kicked off my running shoes. "Can I get you anything? A glass of water?" I asked.
 
yes, water feeling as dry as a thin camel. Her place was gorgeous but in my worn out state I could admire anything. The only thing I could do is get something inside to restore my sapped energy. Walking around a bit, hesitant to sit and let my sweat lathered body touch and spoil any of the leather she came back with a nice, tall glass, of water that I took and wanted to gulp down but instead lightly sipped it so as to not puke it back up. Thank you
 
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