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.

 

[SpicySpirit]

It was the next morning, and I had slept surprisingly well despite the anticipation of an actual date. After carefully selecting a pair of black capri leggings and a sapphire blue tank top, I leaned over to start lacing my sneakers, when my phone pinged. It was Emily, one of my best friends back from home. She had made it a point to check in with me at least once a week since I moved here, making sure that I was settling in okay and not too homesick.

"Went to a new restaurant with the girls last night, was wondering if you got out at all this weekend?," the text read.

I slid an earbud into my ear and tapped her name on my phone, hoping she'd answer so I didn't have to keep texting back. I pulled my hair back into a clean ponytail, when I heard her warm, friendly voice pick up on the other end.

Rubbing sunscreen onto my face, I listened as she regaled me about the food at the new sushi place they had gone to and filled me in on gossip about one of the girls from our high school soccer team who had gotten embarrassingly drunk. Then she turned the conversation on me.

"Well...? Did you get out this weekend?" she prodded gently again returning to her initial question.

I walked into the living room and gathered my water bottle and some sunscreen to toss into a small backpack I had on the table, as I took a breath.

"Actually..." I could hear her almost lean in closer to the phone, as if that was possible, before I continued. "I'm getting ready to go out now."

"Where are you going on a Sunday morning?" she pressed with curiosity.

"I am going on a hike," I smiled to myself knowing she couldn't see my expression. I moved towards the front door, knowing I couldn't hide anything from her.

"A hike. By yourself? With other people. I hope with other people..." she continued her slew of questions, as I grabbed my keys and locked the front door and headed out to my car.

"I am going on a hike with a guy." I opened the car door and threw my backpack in the passenger seat,

"A guy... Tracy that's amazing. You need to start seeing people again. I mean it's time..." She faltered as I could tell she was happy for me, but didn't want to come across as insensitive.

I closed the car door, putting my keys in the ignition as I validated her statement, knowing that it was time for me to move on. It was the main reason I had moved here in the first place.

"It is time. You are right." I paused, deciding how much I was ready to share. "Do you remember the cute guy I told you about? The one I kept passing in my neighborhood out running."

"Yeah, the one with the dazzling smile and tight ass?" I blushed as she said this, forgetting I shared this fact with her one evening chatting on Zoom over a bottle of wine.

"Yes, his name is Paul. And that's who I am going to meet now for a hike." I put on sunglasses as I pulled out of the driveway and into the street. I was grateful we weren't on Zoom, as my cheeks were warm and my mind was reminiscing yesterday as I had watched him run away in those bike shorts, imagining what was underneath.

"Well I expect a full run down this evening. I have to jet for pilates, but you are not off the hook."

"Ok, ok. I got you. Later." I laughed as I heard her end disconnect. And as I drove down the street towards the park, I was wondering what more I would know about Paul by the end of the day.

 

[paulboulder]

I looked at my watch...7 am. OK, perfect. Time to eat, do a little confidence boosting weight workout, and meet Tracy.

I put on an old t-shirt and shorts, slipped on some shoes, and went out to grab the paper off the front yard. I opened the door and there was Ivan, the next door neighbor's friendly cat.

"You think you can beg a snack off of me?" I said to him as I knelt down next to him, scratching him in his favorite spot behind his ears. Wow, this guy's purring could be a new source of electrical power - so loud!

"OK, buddy, I'd love to hang here and play with you, but I have a date today. Hopefully the first of many." I started to stand, and just then my neighbor Jessie opened the door to his house.

"Ivan!" he called, and the cat took off like a race car.

"Hey Paul, good morning...was he trying to mooch off of you again?"

"Yep, same as always!"

He laughed and went back inside. Picking up the newspaper, I went back in my house. Quiet and clean, like it's been for several years.

I made a bowl of cereal with walnuts and yoghurt, and started to munch away. Suddenly my phone rang. The only person who calls me at this hour on a Sunday is my son. He's in college several states away.

"Hey, buddy, how's it going?" I asked. "What's new for you!"

"Hey, Dad - just wanted to tell you I signed us up for that road race when you come here later this semester. You doing ok?" he asked.

"Yes, I am actually doing really well. Remember that lady I have mentioned that I see all the time out walking and running? Well, I chatted with her yesterday and we're going on a hike up at Friedrich Park in a couple of hours."

"Dad, that's great! I know you've been meaning to talk with her. That's really great. Well, YOU have better things to do than talk to me," he teased.

"I always have time to talk with you, buddy. I look forward to running that race with you in a couple of weeks. I will call you back this afternoon, ok?"

"Sounds great, Dad, have fun!"

I hung up and gobbled down my cereal. Time to do some lifting, especially pushups and curls! Sun's out, guns out, right?

After I finished my workout, I hopped into the shower for a quick rinse. My very erotic dream of last night came back into my mind for a flash...no time for that now, pleasant as it might be. After my shower, I picked out a white polo that's just a little bit snug in all the right places around my chest and arms and some khaki shorts, a white baseball cap, and some running shoes.

In five minutes time I was on the road to the park with a smile on my face. It was going to be a good day. And just in case Tracy forgot, I brought an extra water and some sunscreen...

 

[SpicySpirit]

As I pull up in my well-worn teal blue Jeep Wrangler, I scan the parking lot. I realized I didn't know what type of car Paul drove to look out for. I parked in a spot close to the entrance and killed the engine. Until this moment, I had remained relatively calm, but now that I was here, the butterflies in my stomach reminded me that I hadn't done this in awhile.

"Do I stay in the car? Do I stand outside my car to wait? What if he doesn't come?" The questions and thoughts ran through my head as I debated what to do, realizing we hadn't exchanged numbers.

He was the one to suggest the hike, but hopefully I hadn't seemed too eager when I suggested today. I glanced at myself in the rearview mirror, taking a calming breath and deciding to wait outside my car so he would see I was here.

I leaned into the backseat and grabbed my small back pack, pulling out my faded Portland Vikings baseball hat sliding it over my smooth ponytail and pulling my hair through. After one last look in the mirror, I climbed out and shut the door.

Since I hadn't been to this park before, I decided to wait and hope that he would see me first. I leaned against the back bumper casually and pulled out my cell phone to check the time. The clock on my home screen read 9:57. Anytime now, I thought. At that moment I heard a car turning into the lot and looked up to see if it was him...

 

[paulboulder]

I turned into the lot for the park, and before I even started to look around, there was Tracy, leaning up against a well-loved blue Jeep. She looked even better than I remembered. The deep blue tank top she was wearing really clung snuggly to her sexy figure. Her hair was in a long ponytail.

I pulled up next to her, zipped my window down, and, leaving my engine running, called out to her:

"Hey there! Don't you look great! Why don't you park over there (pointing to some spaces near some trees)? Then it will be cool when we get back."

I parked my car and waited for her to pull under the trees. Soon she was parked next to my Honda in the shade. Hmm, Maine license plates, I thought. She must be dying in this heat! I wonder what brought her down here...

"Good morning," I said, greeting her as she opened her door and stepped out. "I hope I wasn't too late."

"Hey Paul, no, right on time. I had just arrived myself," she added. As she walked over, I thought, "should I give her a friendly hug or not? Hmm, no, that might not be cool with someone from New England." She looked beautiful - the deep blue top and snug black pants really set off the contrast with her fair skin and blonde hair. My 'don't screw this up' alarm was chiming loudly in my head.

Instead, I was surprised that she walked up to me and gave me a quick but warm hug. Nice....and she smelled so good.

"Did you bring your sunscreen?" I teased as we broke off the hug.

"Yes, silly, of course I did. You did promise to put some on my neck and shoulders for me." She shot me a wink and a smile.

"Have you ever been here before?" I asked.

"No, this looks like a great place, and I am loving the shade," she replied.

"There's a map over here by these tables. We can pick a trail to hike...and yes, put on a little sunscreen," I added, smiling back.

We reached the map and tables.

"Look at the map first or apply the sunscreen?" I asked.

"Safety first," she laughed. Inside, I was glad to hear this. I couldn't wait to touch her.

She sat down at the table, taking time to pretend to pose perfectly. "How's this?" she asked.

It was a good thing she was turned away from me, because I was getting quite a bulge in my shorts just looking at her. "OK," I thought. "Let's see if my massage mojo can break the ice a bit."

 

[SpicySpirit]

I handed Paul my sunscreen as I arranged myself at the table. The hug, while brief, was refreshing. It had been some time since I had felt a man's arms around me. Through the soft, white polo, I had felt his strong, muscular chest and inhaled his aftershave. The notes of cedarwood with a hint of spice still filled my head as we walked over to the map and tables.

"Look at the map first or apply the sunscreen?" I asked.

"Safety first," she laughed. Inside, I was glad to hear this. I couldn't wait to touch her.

I couldn't help myself when I answered him, wanting a few more moments of closeness and contact.

She sat down at the table, taking time to pretend to pose perfectly. "How's this?" she asked.

"Perfect," he answered with a smile and a glimmer in his dark, soulful eyes.

I was relieved to turn away from him for a few moments, so he wouldn't notice the warmth in my cheeks . Lifting the strands of hair that had escaped from my ponytail, I left the nape of neck, shoulders, and back open to his touch.

While I felt the coolness of the lotion first, the warmth of his hands quickly prevailed as he moved the sunscreen across my neck and shoulders like he was icing a cake. Though the rest of his body wasn't touching mine, I could feel his presence mere inches behind me, the space between us almost vibrating.

"So do you hike often?" I asked, trying to maintain composure as his hands pressed into my skin.

"I definitely try to a few times a month," he answered, as I kept my eyes on the table, watching his shadow as it fell across it.

As he continued to spread the lotion out, he started to apply a little extra pressure to the muscles around my shoulders and neck. A quick inhale followed by a soft moan escaped my lips before I could stop it, as his fingers worked magic on the knots that had been plaguing me for weeks. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to briefly melt into his touch, while imagining what else his hands could do to my body.

"Mmmm, you are a master at sunscreen application," I breathed, as he finished and I turned to face him again. My blue eyes glancing up at him from behind my sunglasses.

 

[paulboulder]

She handed me me her suntan lotion and brushed her hair away from her neck and shoulders. I squeezed a little out of the tube and began to gently rub it on her neck, then moved out to her shoulders where they weren't covered by her tank top, and her upper back, which was not covered due to her top having a more scalloped back. Her neck and shoulders looked so good - lean, fit, toned, and yet somehow yearning to be touched, like they hadn't been touched like this in a long time. I wanted to lean down and kiss them sensually. Hopefully later...

The lotion allowed my fingers to glide easily around her soft skin. At first, she seemed tense to my touch, or maybe she just had some knots in her shoulders, but once I began to move around more and use a little gentle pressure, she began to breathe more easily. One time it almost seemed like a gentle moan slipped out of her mouth as I changed my gliding movements to more of a kneading action. I guess the massage mojo was working in my favor again.

I gently brought my hands to a stop. "Mmmm, you are a master at sunscreen application," she said, turning towards me. I thought about kissing her right then, but something made me wait...not so fast, Paul.

"I'm glad to make you feel so comfortable. I hope you aren't too comfortable to go hike now." I said.

"Oh no, let's look at that map now," Tracy said, "I want you to show me your favorite hiking route."

 

[paulboulder]

We went over to the large map of the park.

"Here's the route I want to take you on," I said. "It winds around the perimeter of the park and climbs to the highest point for several miles." As I pointed to the route, Tracy leaned in, almost touching me, letting the warmth of her body and her presence come next to mine. A bit distracted, I continued, "The view is spectacular up there. There's a challenging spot with some rocks around the back side of the main hill, but we should be fine." I felt her hair brush against me in the breeze.

"OK, Paul, lead the way!" she said brightly.

Up the path we went, as the trail wound through the mountain laurels and junipers. Sometimes we walked silently, just enjoying the sound of the wind gently moving the trees, while other times we had light conversation about her adopted cat, moving south from Maine, and working out, which we both enjoyed. The conversation was never forced and just seemed to flow with our steps.

"OK, up ahead is that rocky spot I mentioned. It's not bad, just some large patches of limestone that are sloping downhill pretty steeply," I advised Tracy. "Just step where I step. If you want to hold my hand for balance, I'm right here."

As I started to step forward, I felt her hand slip into mine. It was warm and inviting. I looked back and smiled. She smiled back, saying volumes without a single word.

We reached the last stretch of the rocks, and the path began to level out again, but we continued to hold hands. Nice.

Finally, we reached the top, and came out into a sunny clearing. The view was as nice as always, and having company there with me made it even more so.

"Oh, Paul, you are right - this is a spectacular view," Tracy said, and she let go of my hand and turned in a circle. Then, turning back to me, she came closer and said, "Thank you for sharing this place with me today. This is the nicest time I have had since I moved here." Our gaze met, and I gently reached out and removed her sunglasses. Her blue eyes were too much for me, and I leaned in and softly kissed her. I didn't move back, but waited to see how she would respond.

I didn't have to wait long.

 

[SpicySpirit]

My eyes had lingered meeting his and he had moved closer to me, gently removing my glasses leaving my eyes completely open to his gaze. He had gently cupped my cheek with his other hand as he moved in closer and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

His lips were firm and commanding, but still tender and gentle in this moment. This first touch of his mouth on mine sent a spark through my body, my nerves firing and filling my senses with warmth and bliss. It was as if time had paused momentarily, until I found my breath and only pulled back slightly.

I met his eyes with a pause, the corners of my lips forming a smile. I found my voice and spoke just above a whisper, as he was still mere inches from my face.

"I didn't think it could get more spectacular, but you proved me wrong."

Before he could say anything in response, I moved my hands along his polo, feeling his muscles taut underneath and resting them at his neck. I closed the ever so small gap this time, bringing my full lips to his with more desire than I expected. In closing the remaining distance between us, I felt his muscular chest against mine as he moved his hands to brush my waist before placing them more firmly at the small of my back.

This kiss lasted longer than the first and I found myself imagining his bare chest pressed against my breasts. Unfortunately, I didn't get to revel in that fantasy beyond the initial thought.

Despite what had been a gorgeous sunny landscape only moments before, miles away a crack of thunder interrupted our second kiss, warning of impending storms.

I wanted to stay in his arms, but the threat of being soaked was quickly becoming a possibility. Not that that would be the worst thing, I thought and then scolded myself, not wanting to move too fast.

We both broke away from the kiss, I could tell he didn't want it to end either.

"When we made these plans, I guess neither of us checked the weather." I teased. "Think we can make it back before we get drenched?" I nudged, not knowing a) how long it would take to get back and b) if I actually DID want to make it back in time.

 

[paulboulder]

We ended the kiss early enough so we both were left wanting more. Well, I certainly did, and I was just waiting to see her response to my bold move before proceeding.

Tracy pulled back slightly and said in a very soft voice:

"I didn't think it could get more spectacular, but you proved me wrong."

Quickly she slid her hands up to my neck and kissed me. I pulled her in towards me and felt her soft breasts press against me. Wow, I thought, I am in big trouble with this woman. I could fall fast and hard for her. Her body and vibe are intoxicating.

Before the kiss became more passionate, however, a crash of thunder not too far away brought us both back to reality.

We pulled back, and grinning widely, Tracy made a joke about not checking the weather before we came out here. To be honest, I did check the weather, and I saw that storms were possible. I was sort of hoping we’d get caught out in the rain and have an excuse to huddle together somewhere. What is it I have with fantasizing about the two of us together in water? First the shower fantasy and now this!

“Paul, is there a shorter way back to the parking lot than the way we came? It took us about 40 minutes to get here. I don’t think we’re going to have that much time before that storm arrives,” Tracy said.

I replied, “If we take that path to the left, it will get us off the top of the hill quickly and under the cover of more trees. It’s about 30 minutes to the lot that way, and about half a mile from the lot there is a shed of sorts that the park keeps tractors and other equipment in. If the storm closes faster, we can take shelter at that shed until the rain passes.”

I felt the wind direction start to change. That’s an updraft from the storm pulling air in, I thought. We’d be lucky to make the shed before the storm hits.

“OK, Paul, lead the way!” Tracy said, and taking my hand again, we started to walk, a bit more urgently this time. More thunder rolled, this time closer and louder.

“Have you ever been out in a Texas thunderstorm before?” I asked, looking at Tracy’s tan arms as we went down the trail.

“No, what’s so special about them?” she replied.

“Well, because the air is so hot and moist, when conditions are right, the rain comes down in torrents.”

“Do you think we’ll make it to the cars?” she asked.

“I am not worried; we should be ok,” I reassured her. She seemed pretty anxious.

“Hey,” I smiled warmly at her, “I will get us to safety, don’t you worry.”

She nervously looked at me, then hugged me almost desperately. I slipped my arm around her and led us down the hillside. We walked together, and I felt her relax against me.

More thunder rumbled around us, and the wind began to pick up and the sky darkened.

“I think we should try to make it to that shed for now. We can wait it out there. It has walls on three sides and a good roof on top. The last time I was here for a hike the tractor wasn’t there.”

Now raindrops were starting to fall on us. We looked at each other and grinned. She wasn’t anxious anymore, just enjoying the energy of the imminent storm and the adventure we were having together.

Looking down the path, I spotted the shed about 200 yards away. A large downdraft hit us, and suddenly the skies poured forth on us. Tracy let out a woop and we broke into a run. “Race you there!” she laughed, repeating her tease from the day before, and she and I sprinted for the shed.

Breathing hard from the run and absolutely drenched, we burst out laughing and hugged each other under the roof. God, her body felt great against mine, and because of the rain, our clothes were clinging to our skin. Her figure was accented, and her nipples were hard as they pressed against me – either from the cool rain or the excitement or whatever – and I was also pretty excited somewhere else. We looked at each other and began kissing again, our mouths opening and our tongues meeting for the first time. She pressed against me as I ran my fingers through her wet, long hair and held her close. I hoped it would rain for a long time.

 

[SpicySpirit]

Running to the shed in the midst of the downpour was the most thrilling moment I had experienced in months. I felt as light as air as I breezed into the shed. I beat Paul by mere seconds only because I got a slight head start. Once I made it into the shed, I came to an abrupt halt since there was a tractor hidden from view just past the entrance. By stopping suddenly, Paul made a small skid into me, the saturated dirt giving way to his sneakers.

I almost went face first into the soggy earth, but he caught me before I could touch the ground. My heart still racing, we fell into each other stumbling with laughter, as I hugged his neck to avoid becoming covered in mud. This quickly returned us to the moment we had been interrupted in 10 minutes ago.

After a mutual glance, we quickly fell back into kissing, this time with more urgency. Still enveloped in his arms, he led me to the frame of the tractor. With the tractor in the shed, space was limited, making it even easier to stay wrapped on top of each other.

I leaned my back against the smooth metal, feeling the weight of his body against mine, his fingers enclosed in my hair, pulling my lips into his. With his hands in my hair, I moved my hands against his drenched polo, pressing my fingers into his back unconsciously pulling his hips towards mine.

As our tongues teased, I felt his pelvis press into mine, feeling the hardness of his package brush against my thin black leggings. Feeling the warmth of his member, my own sex started to become wetter than it was from the rain water. Paul's hands moved from my shoulders down to my waist, gripping my sides firmly. He seemed to lift me without any effort onto the fender of the tire guard where I could sit. It was the perfect height for him to gently spread my legs and press in close to the area at the top of my thighs. We had broken our lips ever so briefly as we shifted positions, but he quickly found my lips again and then trailed his lips to the side of neck, discovering a spot that always made me shudder.

Letting out a broken sigh as his hands massaged the top of thighs, I noticed the rain over his shoulder was starting to let up and I wondered how long we would hide out in the shed and if it lasted much longer, how far we might go. I had never been a "sex on the first date" type of girl, but my body was hungry for what it had been missing all this time.

 

[paulboulder]

I am not sure which storm was raging stronger – the outside elements or the one taking place between me and Tracy in the shelter.

As it turned out, the tractor was there, but it was pushed far to the back. As we kissed, I guided Tracy back to the tractor, where we leaned against it and continued to kiss and run our hands around each other’s bodies. What did I say about falling hard and fast for this woman?

Tracy became more aggressive, pulling me towards her. I was so hard at this point from the excitement of the moment and from the intoxicating feel of her fit sexy body against mine. This didn’t seem to spook her; if anything she just ground her hips against me. This was rapidly becoming as good as any of the fantasies I had had about her in the shower the day before.

I lifted her up onto the fender of the tractor. Pressing in against her, I moved between her thighs and started to caress her sides and hips and the outside of her thighs as we continued kissing. She began to wrap her legs around me, pulling me in close so once again my hardness was pressed flush against her crotch. I ran my hands around her firm, round ass. What would it be like to feel those cheeks in my hands while thrusting into her, I thought…

I started to kiss along the side of her neck, and slid my hands up under her top to cup her breasts and lightly tease her hard nipples through her bra with my thumbs. She took in a quick breath as I first touched them, let out a sigh, then looked at me with a mix of hunger and wonder, and moved her mouth next to my right ear.

“Paul, I haven’t been close like this with anyone in so long…far too long,” she whispered.

I continued to pleasure her nipples gently through her bra and trailed kisses along her neck.

“Here, let me help,” she said with a naughty smile, and took off her shirt. I kissed her again, moving along her collarbone with little nibbles. She pulled away for a second, looked at me, and then the weather around us, then reached back and took off her bra. Her breasts were bigger than I imagined; her bra really compressed them a lot. Wow. Yummmmm.

I continued my kisses slowly down to her nipples, which stood out hard and firm from excitement and the rain cooled air. Making sure my mouth was wet with saliva, I started to run my tongue around her right breast, deliciously delaying for a while until I finally reached her nipple, then sliding my tongue in circles around it before taking the whole nipple in my warm mouth. Once again, I felt her breathe in quickly. Soon her fingers were in my hair, holding my head firmly against her chest as I sucked on her nipple. I then moved over the left breast and repeated what I did on the right. I heard a soft low sound come from her lips.

The rain had basically stopped…not that I was really noticing. Tracy leaned back against the tractor and I took both breasts in my hands, pushed them together, and began to quickly feast on first one then the other in rapid succession. She was so beautiful…I was just drunk in the moment. Tracy was moving in a rocking fashion against me, pressing her moist crotch against my very hard member. We continued like this for several moments.

“Paul,” she said suddenly, “I really want this…”

I continued pleasuring her breasts and kissing her neck.

“Hmmm, oh yes, just like that…You really know how to turn me on….But let’s not do more here. I feel like there’s an amazing chemistry here…you are so bad!....You are making this so hard for me….”

“That’s not the only thing that’s hard…” I said.

“I can tell, and God, do you feel great down there…oh, yes, do the tongue swirl thing while you suck on my nipple again…oh, that’s amazing…And I…And I…shit, I can’t finish my thought…and I want to experience it fully in private with you.”

She took my face in her hands and kissed me deep and hard and long.

“OK?” she said softly. Those blue eyes. How could I argue with them? She wasn’t saying no, just not right here, right now.

“Yes, ok. Let’s get you dressed and we’ll make our way back to our cars. It’s not far.” I said.

As she put on her bra and shirt, maybe because of the situation, a quote from a play came into my mind...

"Stand thee close, then, under this penthouse, for it drizzles rain, and I will, like a true drunkard, utter all to thee," I said.

Tracy stopped and looked at me, then began to laugh. "Oh, that is too funny - and so spot on. Much Ado about Nothing, right?"

"Shakespeare for the win," I said.

Within moments we were walking on the path again, this time much more slowly, looking at each other and thinking of what was to come. Much ado about something, for sure.

 

[SpicySpirit]

It took all my strength to stop things and not go farther, but I didn't want to move too fast. There was no doubt chemistry between us, but I had to remind myself that we had just learned each other's names yesterday and had barely scratched the surface. I was finding things so easy with Paul and didn't want to ruin it; this had already been out of character for me.

I had meant what I said about wanting to continue and in private - as adventurous as I was, I was still relatively new to the area and was thankful there were no other hikers seeking refuge in the shed or they would surely have gotten a show.

"Shakespeare for the win," he had said. I had given him a playful nudge, after putting my still damp bra and shirt back on.

"Guess this means you are a romantic, too..." I teased.

Athletic, handsome, and well-read...It wasn't every day you came across someone quoting Shakespeare so easily. I had always loved the classics and found such comfort in knowing the struggles of being human hadn't changed over centuries or through cultures. I wanted to take my time with Paul because I hadn't felt this way since... as my mind trailed off, I pushed away the thought wanting to stay present in this current moment of intoxication.

As we walked slowly back to the car, I took comfort in the sound of our footsteps and the measured rhythm of our breath. There was a certain peace that came just after a rainfall, the sound of smaller rain drops falling and bouncing from leaf to leaf, joining other drops to become heavy enough to trickle back to the earth from which they came.

We were both lost in thought, waiting to see who would make the next suggestion. As we walked the path to our cars, we came across another pair of hikers, coming from a different trail. We smiled and nodded at both of them as we passed, and internally I was thankful they didn't happen to come across us sooner.

I didn't want our date to be over and had pondered what to suggest next, but as we got closer to our cars, my smart watch pinged with a notification. I had left my cellphone in the car - it was nice to be untethered to technology and just be in nature - but in doing that I realized I had forgotten an emergency work meeting that had been called on Friday to prepare for a presentation we had Monday. I was so caught up in meeting Paul yesterday and planning this that I had completed blanked.

"Shit..." I sighed heavily, noticing the confused look on Paul's face, I quickly added, "I have an emergency work meeting I forgot about. It starts in 30 minutes. I have to go back and at least change clothes. Definitely going to be late." But definitely worth it, I thought to myself.

Seeing his face drop, I felt the disappointment too.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I should have gotten us back sooner."

"It's totally my fault. Consider it a compliment I forgot, I am normally obsessive with my calendar so you have me off my game." I smiled at him as we stood between our cars, both lingering even though I knew it was costing me precious time and I was going to have to give a good excuse to my boss.

"So..." I said.

"So..." He echoed back.

"Dinner?" I suggested. "You know places around here better than I do and I hope it won't lose me points to admit that I am not that great of a cook. As much as I don't want to run, I have to get out of this." I gestured to the clothes that were clinging to my still damp skin. "So how about you text me a time and place that works for you."

We traded numbers and both leaned in for one last kiss goodbye, before I climbed in my Jeep and pulled away, waving over my shoulder to him.

***

I was still on cloud nine as I pulled into my driveway, but began forcing myself to have some level of urgency. Making a beeline to my bathroom, I took one glance in the mirror and realized I had no choice but to take a quick shower. Completely drenched with sex hair (only partially earned mind you), was not the look I wanted to share with my relatively new colleagues. I peeled the damp clothes from my skin and climbed into the shower, turning the water to a steamy temperature. Feeling the warm water pounding my shoulders and back, my mind went back to our tryst in the shed and suddenly I was turned on again.

Well... I'm already going to be late, what's a few extra minutes, I thought as my hand found the small already hard button between my thighs and began caressing it. I remembered the feeling of Paul's lips on my breast and knew it wouldn't take me long...

 

[paulboulder]

I watched Tracy drive off and then got in my car. I took a minute to take in what just happened, what almost happened, and what might happen soon. I felt drunk.

I drove home and immediately changed clothes and went for a run to refocus. As it turned out, the storm cooled things down and I ran a lot more than I had intended.

I walked in my house and looked at my phone. There was a short text from Tracy:

RESCUE ME

I wrote back:

White knight at your service, madam. Would you be a damsel in distress?

A message appeared almost instantly:

Yes. Help me get out of this meeting. I didn’t have lunch and want to see you.

I wrote back:

Dinner at La Mariposa. Shall I pick you up? 5 pm?

The message appeared quickly…

Yes. Now tell me something naughty so I can be smiling the rest of this boring meeting.

I wrote:

Imagine the tongue swirly and sucking action about 18 inches farther down from where I was a little while ago. See you at 5.

All I got in return was OMG and a bunch of hearts.

I hopped in the shower. The memories came flooding back as the water poured over me. Soon I was hard again and thinking of her kissing me, stroking me, rubbing her breasts against me, rubbing me between her breasts, looking up at me and giving me much more…..

At 5 pm sharp I pulled up to the address she gave me. I had on my best slacks, a white dress shirt, and big smile. I knocked on the door and waited for Tracy to open it. What would she look like in something other than workout clothes?

 

[SpicySpirit]

On the 15 minute drive over to work, I contemplated what excuse to give to my boss. I clearly couldn't say, "So sorry, I forgot about the meeting because I was half-naked, drenched and getting dirty in the middle of a public park..."

I had managed to quickly throw on an acceptable dark green blouse and black slacks, throwing my still wet hair up into a clip. I pulled in to the parking lot next to the colorful vintage Volkswagen Beetle belonging to Penny. The coworker I most considered my friend after these few months.

Before even stepping foot outside the jeep, I sent her a quick text:

"How angry is David...?"

I would decide on my excuse as soon as she responded.

"He's not happy - but it's also you and not me."

So that's how I would need to play it. I generally didn't like to use my feminine wiles to get out of things, but sometimes it did make things easier. Penny had warned me about David in the first week of working at the marketing firm. We were a mostly female team, and despite being a "happily married man," David made frequent comments that just walked the line of being inappropriate. It was as if "being married" was supposed to make his flirting harmless.

Being the newest team member, I definitely was gifted more of his attention whether I liked it or not. Penny was alluding to the fact that I seemed to be David's current favorite, so I wouldn't have received the same scolding Penny would have in my shoes.

I opened the door to the conference room, made eye contact with Penny before looking to scan David's face.

"I am so sorry. I was in the middle of taking a shower when my water was shutoff. I had to use my neighbor's shower to finish getting the shampoo out of my hair." It wasn't a complete lie. My hair was visibly damp adding some evidence to my story.

I guess the mention of the shower was enough to turn David's attention elsewhere. He did a quick onceover of my outfit and hair, spending a little too long in my chest area as he replied.

"It happens... Take a seat. Penny can fill you in on what you missed later." He then turned his attention back to the projection on the screen and continued his briefing. I slid into the empty seat next to Penny, pulling out my notepad and pen. She slid a piece of paper over my way that read:

"Shower... well that's one way to distract his attention." She gave me a smirk before she resumed paying attention to David's comments about our emergency marketing pitch to an important client tomorrow.

Like two middle school students passing notes in class, I pretended to take notes on my notepad as I wrote my response.

"Hey, I wasn't trying to get into too much trouble. And if I have to endure his attention, might as well make the most of it. I'll fill you in later." I discreetly slid the note over to her, making sure that Tara and Jennifer, our other coworkers were looking away.

By later... I meant tomorrow, as I wasn't going to jinx anything yet to come this evening. The minutes seemed to drag on and I tried to hide my growing impatience. Sitting right next to me, I could tell Penny sensed something was off since I was normally very laid back. Avoiding her attention, I managed to inconspicuously send Paul a few texts. The last text that he sent made the blood run to my cheeks, and I smiled to myself hoping Penny missed the change in my demeanor.

After another hour and some team brainstorming, David finally let us free. I quickly gathered my belongings and made my way for the door, saying quick goodbyes to my teammates. Before I could make it to the hallway, I felt David's hand grasp my shoulder to slow me down.

"Good work today, Tracy. I look forward to seeing your portion of the pitch tomorrow." His touch lasted longer than was necessary. Though not necessary in the first place. I knew I had to take at least a millisecond of a pause to accept the compliment without appearing to blow off my boss.

"Thank you!" I nodded, looking him quickly in the eye and then trying to resume my escape.

"I am excited for this one. Sorry, not trying to rush out, but I made plans and am tight on time." I didn't wait for any other commentary, sighing in relief as I made it out the front door of the building. Glancing at my watch, I saw that it was close to 3:30pm. I wouldn't have long to get ready, but at least that would force me not to overthink.

In the half hour remaining after walking into my bedroom, I succeeded in my search for the royal blue dress hidden in the back of the closet. It hadn't been worn since my arrival in May. It was a thinly strapped cocktail dress that was casual enough for a night out, but could also pass the dress code for a more formal affair. I realized I had no idea where we were headed and this was versatile enough that it wouldn't look out of place. The low back allowed me to show some skin, but the fuller skirt allowed me to be light and fun. I changed my earrings, something I only bothered with on special occasions, opting for some glittered dangly ones. I spent time drying my hair to let it lay naturally and down my back. While clasping my silver chained necklace, I noticed Hermes behind me in the mirror. Beyond the work day, he wasn't used to me being gone for hours on end.

"Sorry buddy, I promise I'll make this up to you." I kneeled near him to fix the straps on my heels and then give him at least a few good seconds of ear scratching. I hear the knocking on the front door and pull my hand from my purring companion.

"Wish me luck," I whispered and made my to way to open the front door...

 

[paulboulder]

Tracy opened the door, and before I could take in what she was wearing, a tiny kitten shot out of the door.

“Paul, catch Hermes…he’s a rescue and shouldn’t be out!” Tracy cried. “I have heels on and can’t run!”

The little guy was fast, but as he didn’t know his way around the yard, I managed to catch up to him by the bushes. Cradling him in my hands and soothing him with a scratch behind the ears, I walked back to Tracy, now getting a good look at her. Wow. She had a deep blue cocktail-type dress that showed off her long, tan arms, elegant shoulders and very exposed back. Her hair wasn’t pulled back in a ponytail in a baseball cap but instead was flowing down her back in waves of gold. She wasn’t kidding about the heels, either. They weren’t the kind you could run in. She was tall and Nordic looking with her fair skin, blue eyes, blond hair and sexy figure.

“You look stunning,” I said as I gently handed Hermes to her. “Just stunning.”

“Let me slip him back inside…I’ll be right back,” she said, and as she walked away, I could see how low the back of her dress went. I saw just the hint of black lace panties...

Soon she was back. “Sorry about that…he’s been cooped up all day and I’ve been gone,” she said. I could see how important he was to her. She was very tender and protective of him.

“Ready?” I smiled.

“Yes! I am starved. Tell me about La Mariposa. What is the food like?” Tracy slipped her arm in mine as we walked to the car. I have to admit, I was smitten just looking at her. I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming that this stunning, fit, sexy woman was really there, with me.

I let her in to my car, and soon we were on our way. It was about a twenty-minute drive to the restaurant, and on the way I filled her in on the food – “You will have to try the Mole covered enchiladas” – the drinks – “the tastiest margaritas in town” – and the atmosphere. In turn, she filled me in on her work meeting.

“Glad I gave you a quick escape,” I said. “Your boss sounds like a piece of work.”

“I don’t want to think about him right now,” Tracy said. “Just you and me and a lovely dinner together.”

We parked and went into the restaurant. I had reserved a table in their covered patio, since the air was now fresh and cooler. We settled in and ordered a margarita to share, some fried plantain chips and ceviche. We sat beside rather than across from each other so we could be closer.

“So, you dirty boy, you almost got me in trouble in my business meeting with your little text,” Tracy said, with a little twinkle in her eyes.

“You said something naughty, so…” I started to say. She reached over and put her finger over my lips to shush me.

“Two can play that game, you know…” she said, running her tongue ever-so-subtly on her lips.

“Hey, Paul!” A voice called out. It was my neighbor Jessie and his wife Lauren. They walked over to greet me. “No, don’t stand up – you guys look very comfortable – I just wanted to say hi. Who is your lovely friend?”

“Jessie, Lauren – this is Tracy. We’re kind of weekend workout partners, and since Tracy is relatively new in town, I thought this would be a great place to come for dinner.”

Tracy greeted them, and as we started to have some polite conversation, I felt Tracy’s right hand on my left thigh underneath the tablecloth. At first, she just lightly touched my knee, but soon started sliding her fingertips up the inside of my thigh, all the while smiling and conversing with Lauren about her job as if nothing were happening. She slowly moved around, sliding further and further up my leg and nearer and nearer to my rapidly bulging crotch. I smiled and shot her a quick glance out of the corner of my eyes. She gave me a wicked look back that said volumes. Just before the conversation wound to a close, she gave my crotch a little brushing movement and put her hands back in her lap.

As Jessie and Lauren strolled away, under my breath I said, “Two can play that game, huh?”

“Two can play that game,” she said, giggling.

The rest of the dinner was equally flirtatious. We fed each other plantains and bites of ceviche, sipped the margarita together, and I introduced her to the joys of the restaurant’s mole sauce, a spicy red sauce with dark chocolate mixed in…I told her it was spicy and inviting, much like she seemed to be. Tracy seemed to take great delight in slowly licking off her fingers at the end of the meal, all the while looking at me.

As we sat, enjoying the comfort of a great meal, she slid over close to me. I started to lightly caress her bare back.

“Those hands of yours…I could really get used to this,” she said with a sigh.

“You should get used to this,” I said. We leaned in for a kiss which was light and delicate and full of promise. Her hand slid under the tablecloth onto my leg once more, this time it moved with much more intention. She lightly stroked along my shaft which was firm and straining against my pants. As she did so her tongue darted around in my mouth, meeting mine again and again.

=======

We drove back to her place, talking about meeting up for a run after work Monday evening. As I pulled the car into the driveway and turned off the engine, Tracy turned to me and kissed me hard and passionately. I met that energy and ran my hands through her hair and along her back. Her dress was pulled up more, and I slid a hand along her leg up near her lace panties. She was warm and wet and receptive to my touch.

She paused kissing me and said, “I have a big day at work tomorrow, so we can’t make this a long night, but would you like to come in for a while? Just a little time together to wrap up a magnificent day?”

Holding hands, we walked into her place.