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Getting Sweaty With Daddy

A cool summer breeze hit my warm skin, welcoming me to Central Park. By the time I reached the park, it was already full of people trying to take in a beautiful Friday evening. For me, the park always equated to running. I felt at home there; it was my place to let loose, feel the wind in my hair, and get in touch with my athletic side.

Running was a sport that was intrinsic to my very being. While I wasn't fast, I loved how running connected me with my body and family. It is hard to remember when running wasn't a part of my life.

My parents were both runners, and from the time I was a baby, they would bring me along on runs. As I got older, I looked forward to spending time with my parents on our weekend long run. When my mom passed away from cancer, running was my dad's and my way of processing our loss. Running was practically built into every part of our lives, including our mourning.

Tonight the weather was perfect. It was hot but not humid, just the way I liked it. While most people enjoyed spring and fall running due to the cooler temperatures, I couldn't get enough of the heat. I loved being sweaty, especially after a hard run. It made me feel alive in a way few other things could.

Running in the heat had a minor side effect, though. As my body heated up, my mind always drifted to thoughts of sex. I couldn't go for a summer run without being insanely horny by the end. I'm not sure why. Maybe it was the exertion. Perhaps it was that my tight running shorts ...

... tended to ride up my pussy, slightly rubbing my clit.

While I ran in other parts of the city, Central Park was my base of operation, my home away from home. It was common for me to bump into the people in my life while running. So it wasn't a surprise when out of the corner of my eyes, I saw my dad on the side of the road.

Except for this time, he wasn't running. Sure, he was in running clothes, but he appeared to be flirting with a woman who looked even younger than me. I didn't want to mess up his game, but my curiosity got the better of me.

The closer I got to them, I couldn't help but notice how much the woman he was talking to looked almost exactly like me. She had short blonde hair, was petite, and had an hourglass figure with a defined core. I was slightly taken aback by the fact that Dad would be chatting up a woman who was practically my clone, but I tried pushing the thought out of my mind.

"Hey, Dad!" I yelled out as I approached him.

"Hey, Emily! What a pleasant surprise," he said while hugging me.

His warm, sweaty body was sticky, but I welcomed his hug.

"Hi, I'm Emily, his daughter," I said while putting my hand out to my doppelgänger.

"Oh, hi. I'm Sarah," she said while welcoming my handshake.

She seemed relieved to find out I was his daughter. It was as if she no longer had to see me as competition for this man's desire.

"Sarah just joined my running group. She moved here recently after graduating from Rutgers in the spring," Dad ...