Weekend Fitness Partners

[paulboulder]

It's Saturday, and that means I hope to see her again on my morning workout. I cycle and run, and only see her in the late mornings on the weekend. She is probably late 30s or early 40s, and walks and runs, usually wearing a sports bra top (which is struggling to keep her very firm, lush breasts in) and bike-type shorts. Her blonde hair is always up in a pony tail in a baseball cap. We always say hello as we pass, but I'd like much more than a brief hello. As always, I will plan my running and cycling route and will time my workout today to 'accidentally' run into her. I wonder if she thinks of me like I think of her...

 

[paulboulder]

I head out of the garage on my bike. It’s a hot, sunny morning already in South Texas, so in addition to my triathlon technical shirt, bike shorts, sun glasses, bike helmet, and water bottle, I am well coated in sunscreen, which gives my skin a bit of an extra shine, especially when I sweat. Today’s workout will take me around the perimeter of the neighborhood for about 40 minutes, ending up at the local school track, where I’ll run for 40 minutes, then another 40 minutes on the bike. I wonder if I’ll see my very fit and attractive neighbor. Today I hope to say more than hello as we pass.

 

[paulboulder]

Lap one around the neighborhood…no sign of her. Oh well. As I start my second time around, though, a person appears in bright orange on the road ahead. As I get closer, I recognize her very familiar shape. Firm, tan legs, black shorts, neon orange sports top, orange baseball cap…and her very shapely hips and breasts, moving in a gentle wave as she walks towards me. She spots me and smiles. As I ride up I say, “Good morning…don’t you look great today!” She smiles broadly and says thanks as I zoom past.

 

[paulboulder]

Sadly, during the next two laps around I don't see her again. I loop into the middle school where the track is after 40 minutes of riding to do my run. As I approach the track, however, I see my stunning neighbor jogging down the back stretch of the track. I smile to myself as I think we might have a chance to talk finally. I have seen her at the track before, but it has been months and months. I dismount from my bike, take off my helmet and glasses, and begin to stretch as my neighbor begins to approach. As she does so, I see her smile and wave in acknowledgement of my arrival. "You had the same idea I had!" she exclaims as she runs by. I continue to stretch a bit, then set off around the track, with her about half a lap ahead of me. "OK, don't be weird; just be friendly and normal," I say to myself. "This is the opportunity you've been wanting." I begin to catch up to her, as my pace is a good bit faster than hers. The view from behind as I do so is very enjoyable, watching her legs move and her firm ass contract with each stride. I am really turned on by athletic women. I can see that she has ear buds in as she runs, so I don't want to startle her when I approach. I finally come along side her and slow my pace to match hers. She takes her ear buds out and starts to speak as we run.

"I am dying in this heat," she says. "How about you?"

I look over and grin. "The same," I add, "but I like being that crazy guy who runs no matter what."

We run along side each other silently for a few seconds, with just the sounds of our breathing and our feet continuing the conversation. Her pace is very easy for me, which puts her at a disadvantage as far as talking; she's breathing harder than I am.

"I'm Paul," I say. "It's great to finally get to meet you. We always see each other but we've never been doing the same thing at the same time and place."

"I'm Tracy," she responds. "Great to meet you, Paul," and she extends a fist bump to me, which I respond to.

We run on for a few more seconds without talking.

"How long are you going to run, Paul?" she asks, breathing a bit harder than me. "I am on my last lap."

I still have several more miles to go, but decide I could stop when she stops to talk a bit, then finish up my run after she leaves.

"I will do several more miles, but I am happy to stop with you and get a drink from my water bottle and chat if you'd like," I add.

She looks over and smiles. "I'd love to. Race you!" And, with that, she suddenly sprints away, laughing.

I catch up to her and we run together to where our water bottles and my bike are. Easing to a stop, we both laugh.

"You're in great shape," I tell her. And that orange is a cute color for you."

She blushes just a little. "Oh, you're sweet. You're much more fit than I am."

Thinking I better not miss my chance, I take my shot:

"How about we go for a hike next time? Then we can have more time to chat, and we aren't huffing and puffing so hard."

She looks down for a second, then looks back up and says, "I'd love to. That sounds like fun. Which park?"

I suggest Friedrich Park, which is the closest one to where we live. It's hilly and has some nice paths.

"How soon would you like to go? Next weekend?" I ask.

"Well, are you free tomorrow morning, say, 10 am? Meet you there in the parking lot?" she suggests.

"Yeah, I can do that. BYOS and BYOWB?" I reply.

"BYOS?" she asks. "I can figure out 'bring your own water bottle..."

"Bring your own sunscreen," I reply.

"Cool," she laughs. "As long as you promise to help me put some on my shoulders."

"Deal. I think I am up for it. It's great to finally chat, Tracy, and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow."

"You, too, Paul. Have a great rest of your run, and I'll see you tomorrow morning. Bye!" she replies, and with a wave, she jogs off towards our neighborhood.

I start to run again after watching her leave. I don't think my feet touched the ground for the remaining 4 miles.

 

[SpicySpirit]

I start jogging back towards the house, my breath more heavy than my normal controlled pace. I glance back over my shoulder briefly as see him take off again at a steady pace. After I see him resume his run, I slow my pace to a fast stride, smiling to myself. I had taken a notice to him on my Saturday outings, but wasn't sure the feeling had been mutual.

I had taken a job offer and moved to Texas a few months ago, after several years of living in Maine, where the weather was far more temperate. I was finally getting used to the weather on these workouts, but today, I felt hotter than normal. Although, the red in my cheeks today, wasn't only for workout reasons. Being busy with the new job, I hadn't had the opportunity to get out much and meet many new people. Paul seemed like a great first step, and a handsome one at that.

I slid my earbuds back in and resumed the 90s playlist on Spotify that I had curated this past week. My heart still not just pumping from the exercise, but also from that short encounter. I reached my doorstep as a slightly slower boyband pop song came on and placed my heel on the doorstep. I took the time to stretch, leaning over my lean and muscled legs enjoying the familiar good pain from a good workout. All the while, I was envisioning the potential with Paul for tomorrow's morning hike.

 

[paulboulder]

My ride home was a blast. I was so excited to have not only talked with Tracy, but to have set up a hiking date for tomorrow, I missed the turn into my part of the neighborhood and had to double back.

I parked my bike and went into the mud room of the house. I stripped off my sweaty clothes, threw them in the washer, and headed into the bathroom for a shower. The water spraying on my back felt great.

My thoughts went to Tracy and seeing her firm legs and sexy figure up close. As I soaped up my chest, I started thinking what it might be like to have her with me in the shower….her blonde hair wet and clinging to her neck…the water from the shower flowing over her full breasts…sliding my soapy hands along her sides and hips…exploring every inch…feeling her firm, warm body against mine…our tongues wrestling in each other’s mouth…this might be a long shower.

 

[paulboulder]

I imagined kissing my way down her wet body, first along her neck, nibbling and kissing and going tantalizingly slow. Then gently fondling her full breasts and kneeling in front of her to lick and kiss and finally suck her nipples, swirling my tongue around and around at the same time. I imagined her beginning to run her fingers through my hair as I sucked first one, then the other nipple. Then, while continuing to pleasure her nipples, I thought of taking my right hand and slowly sliding it up her leg until it reached the very wet place between her legs. I imagined teasing her with my hand while feasting on her nipples…

While having this hot fantasy, I was making sure one part of me was very soapy and getting a vigorous cleaning session….

Oh damn…the hot water started to run out and my shower became quite cold. Oh well, I thought, as I quickly rinsed off and got out of the shower, save something for tomorrow after I see her again.

 

[SpicySpirit]

Throwing my keys on the kitchen counter, I felt a furry tickle on the back of my thigh, as a familiar orange shadow circled my leg. Hermes, my small adopted kitten purred as I reached down to scratch his head.

"Hey little one," I mused as I bent down to rub his back.

I had been so busy when I first moved here that I hadn't had time to really socialize and make friends outside of work. Evenings had been lonely, so I had decided to foster kittens to keep my company. Hermes and I had hit it off, so I had opted to keep him instead of giving him up to a new family. I wondered to myself if Paul had any pets or liked animals.

Standing up I walked to my bedroom, hearing his paws prancing behind me on the hardwood floor. I pulled off my hat and tossed it on the end of my bed. I peeled off my sweaty sports bra, freeing my breasts from the fabric. The cool air from the window air conditioner felt great against my hot skin. Then I hooked my thumbs in my black biker shorts and blue panties, pulling them to the ground at my feet. Kicking them to the foot of the bed, I watched Hermes hop onto the bed and curl up in a ball as I moved into the bathroom.

Starting the water in the shower, I glanced at my naked body in the bathroom mirror. I pulled the elastic hairband and let my blonde hair fall to my shoulders. I wondered to myself in Paul had already finished his workout, as I climbed into the shower relaxing into the water as it pounded my chest and shoulders.

 

[paulboulder]

After the abrupt and cold end of my shower fantasy, I toweled off and got dressed. It had been a while since I had a date to look forward to, even a casual one like a hike. I smiled to myself as I thought about exploring the hills of Friedrich Park with Tracy tomorrow. I also couldn't help thinking about helping her put sunscreen on...a nice chance to touch her.

I've been told I give a great massage. Some of my platonic gal pals used to tease me..."oh, Paul, if I weren't married, those hands of yours could get us into a lot of trouble together." I guess years of playing the piano have given me a sensitive touch. Maybe my massage 'superpowers' will come in handy tomorrow, LOL.

The rest of my day was uneventful...lots of weekend chores like laundry, food prep for the week ahead, cleaning the house, catching up on work. It was nice to have lots of mindless stuff to do to pass the time until Sunday morning's hike. My mind did wander a bit thinking about talking with Tracy and learning more about her. I've lived here for years, but only started seeing her walking and running this year; maybe she's still new to the area, and I can show her around a bit? The fact that she exercised regularly, enjoyed being active, and had a playful, flirty vibe about her was very encouraging.

I went to bed pretty early, as I wanted to get up early in the morning and lift weights before meeting her at the park. It always gives me confidence and helps me feel good about the way I look to do so before a date. Having my arms and chest nice and firm never hurts, either. As I started to drift off to sleep, my thoughts went back to my shower fantasy...

 

[paulboulder]

....The water was streaming down on us...once again, I was on my knees, savoring Tracy's full breasts with my lips and tongue, while my right hand slowly caressed the moist warm garden between her legs. Her grip on my head became a little firmer as I moved my fingers around more purposefully.

"Hmmmm," she said with a low voice, "Paul, you do know what I like..."

"Put your leg up on the ledge," I said, and as she complied I slid beneath her to begin to tease her with my tongue as well as my fingers.

I heard her breathe in quickly. Tracy's abs also began to tighten.

The water continued to wash over us. Tracy's head was leaned back against the shower wall. One hand was guiding the movements of my head around, while as I looked up at her, her other hand was playing with her breasts. It was very hot to see how turned on she was becoming. She tipped her head down and looked at me with wide eyes, then blissfully closed them again. I took that as compliment.

"Paul...oh...yes, right there...oh..." she cried, and as her body stiffened her hand gripped my head hard, pulling me firmly towards her wet clitoris. I inserted my fingers inside her and began a 'come here' gesture with my index and middle fingers....The waves of water and the movements of her body became a blur...

Suddenly I was awake again. The sun was beginning to lighten up my bedroom.