The Runner
- Mar 17
- 4 min read
“Do you really need to tie your shoelaces, or is this your attempt to flirt with me?”
He looked up, startled, then laughed.
“Is it that obvious?”
For months he’d run past me every morning. Twice. Without fail. I assumed he did two laps of Albert Park Lake while I did my steady walk. Each time he passed, the same nod. The same easy smile.
And every time I noticed the same things.
Those broad shoulders.
That quiet confidence.
The smooth, effortless stride.
The way the morning sun caught the sweat along his temples as he ran past.
He stood up from his fake shoelace inspection and brushed his hands together.
“Okay,” he admitted. “You caught me. I didn’t need to tie them.”
“So this was an attempt to flirt?”
“A very clumsy one,” he said. “I’ve been trying to work up the courage for months.”
“Months?”
“Yep.” He nodded toward the path. “I run past you every morning and rehearse what I’m going to say. Then when the moment comes… I panic and run.”
His schoolboy nervousness was strangely endearing.
I couldn’t help laughing.
“Well, congratulations. Today you stopped.”
He exhaled like a man who had just jumped from a cliff.
“Would you… maybe… like to get a coffee?”
I pondered coffee for a moment, but it wasn’t coffee I wanted.
Why waste time with all that polite chit-chat when what I really wanted to do was ravage this man right there and then.
So I did.
I cupped his face and pulled him towards me, pressing a deep, unapologetic kiss to his lips.
For a split second he froze.
Then the restraint vanished.
He kissed me back with a sudden, hungry urgency — like months of restrained curiosity had finally snapped free.
My pulse kicked up instantly.
Now this was a workout.
His hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me closer as the kiss deepened. All those quiet smiles and curious glances seemed to collapse into that single moment — mouths exploring, tasting, wanting.
Then he paused.
His thumb brushed gently along my cheek, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His eyes searched mine.
“Is this okay?” he murmured softly against my lips.
God… consent is sexy.
A shiver ran straight through me.
“This is more than okay,” I whispered, pulling him back for another kiss. “But I need more.”
My body was humming now, heat pooling low in my stomach, my pussy dripping. I could feel his hard cock pressing through the thin fabric of his running shorts.
Two joggers swerved awkwardly around us, their footsteps reminding us we were still standing smack in the middle of the path.
We burst out laughing.
I grabbed his hand and tugged him beneath the nearest tree, its wide canopy giving us a little more privacy.
The moment we stopped, he pressed me gently back against the trunk.
I pulled him into me.
I could smell the clean salt of sweat on his skin, feel the heat of his body against mine… and the unmistakable heat of his shaft begging for attention.
His hands were all over my body, his lips exploring my neck, my chest, his hands cupping my breasts as he moved further down, his hands reaching for my butt, fingers navigating my track pants for a closer touch.
My neck was arched, my breath ragged, heart beating faster now.
A low moan escaped me.
My fingers clutching his hair, his mouth and fingers caressing my body.
I pulled him back up, kissing him slowly as I turned him around and positioned his back to the tree.
This was no time for gentle exploration.
I stroked his cock through his shorts, feeling him grow thicker. I couldn’t control myself.
Reaching inside the waistband of his running shorts, I released his thick heavy cock, the veins prominent and proud.
I dropped down in front of him and took him in my mouth.
He groaned as I worked his shaft. Wet, juicy long mouthful. Slowly, building the tension.
Massaging his balls, I increased the tempo. One hand grasping his cock firmer as my mouth worked faster.
His body tensed and his hands tangled in my hair. His head was thrown back, body arching in pleasure.
“Stop. Stop. Stop,” he panted, lifting me back up to standing.
In one movement he pulled down my track pants (yup, no undies for me), lifted a leg and pulled me up onto his cock.
“Holy fuck,” was all I could get out.
He drove into me harder, using the tree as a support.
My pussy was convulsing with orgasm after orgasm as he drove into me deeper and deeper, harder and hotter with each stroke.
His eyes wild, his mouth hungrily searching for my lips.
His body tensed and arched.
An animal growl and I felt streams of cum flooding my pussy.
He held me there until the spasms passed.
Lowering me gently, he looked a little embarrassed.
“I’m sorry if that was too much,” the schoolboy nervousness returning.
“That was only the beginning,” I purred in his ear “I think we need to do some stretching after that work out.”
xox Miranda xox
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