A Friendly Jog - Sex Stories

A Friendly Jog

... Beth started getting flirtier with me. It was pretty subtle at first, and I was honestly so oblivious to the idea that a woman would be interested in me that I didn’t pick up on it initially. When I finally did notice, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Here’s this hot, younger woman who could have been a model for a running magazine, hitting on the guy who was called Quasimodo by the kids in his middle school Literature Class the entire semester they were reading The Hunchback of Notre Dame. It didn’t compute.

I’d like to say that I steered away from it and kept our friendship strictly platonic. Instead, I went the other way, and found myself beginning to flirt back. If I’m being perfectly blunt, it felt good to have someone giving me that sort of attention. I hadn’t really felt wanted at home for years at this point, so having this kind of attention was almost intoxicating.

About a week before the Champion’s Marathon, I picked Beth up at her place to head down to the park for another friendly jog. She was wearing the same pink outfit she had on the day we met. I found myself wondering how I hadn’t noticed how hot she was back then. On our way, I couldn’t help but notice Beth grinning at me from the passenger seat.

“What?” I finally asked.

“You haven’t given me your opinion yet!” She responded.

“You mean on your texts from last night?” I asked, laughing.

“No, on my tits,” she laughed. “Yes, of course, my texts from last night. You never replied!”

“First ...

... off,” I said, “Your tits are lovely.” Beth giggled as I continued. “As far as those texts, my god, Beth. How could you do that to a guy? I was watching a movie with my wife when all of a sudden, I got your ‘red or blue?’ message, followed by those photos. You’re lucky she never sits next to me anymore, or I’d have had a seriously hard time explaining why I’m getting these photos of some chick in lingerie.”“Oh, I’ll bet you had a seriously hard something,” Beth laughed. “C’mon, I need your opinion!”

I smiled and shook my head, and I could feel my cock twitching in my pants. “Fine, I liked the red one. I think it went better with your hair.”

“Hmmm,” she began in an affirming tone as I pulled into the parking lot at the park. “Right answer.”

“Sweet!” I grinned as I parked. “What do I win?”

Beth locked her eyes on mine. “Do you know what I love about your car?” She asked in a sultry voice.

As I looked into her eyes, the sexual tension between us grew so thick you could cut it with a knife. Despite all our flirting and playful banter, up until this point, I’d managed to keep my hands off Beth. I knew we both had families, and, in my mind, I’d built a wall that I vowed never to climb. Now, as I looked into her eyes, I could feel that wall beginning to crumble.

“I’m guessing it’s not the positrac rear diff,” I joked, trying to diffuse some of the tension, as she shifted, moving closer to me.

“It’s all of it,” she said in a low voice, unphased by my reply. “The ...