The Runner - Sex Stories

The Runner

... slowly. They looked back over their shoulders, not even caring enough to run. The giant shook his head. “Ignore them, waste of space. Are you ok that’s the important thing.” Nadia looked down at herself, shook out her limbs and shrugged. He shouted at the skulkers, “ Next time I see you, you’re nicked! ” They started running. This made Nadia laugh and the man plugged headphones back into his ears and flipped up his hood. He winked and started running in the opposite direction. She was by his side in two bounds. “Can I run with you?” His name was Adam and they spent the next half hour trotting around the park, though it seemed he wasn’t big on talking. This suited Nadia fine, she just enjoyed the gentle-giant presence of him. He ran as if it was his natural mode of locomotion, fluid and effortless. A Rolls Royce. They headed out of the park and back toward her block. Talkative or not, she had to find out more. “So you’re a policeman?” He took out his headphones. “Yes ma’am. Well, I was. Until last year. Retired now.” Ma’am! “So I guess you’re older than you look then.” He couldn’t have been out of his thirties yet, she guessed, a handful of years older than her. Adam smiled. “Health,” he said, pointing to his ear. “Deaf in one ear. And PTSD. Pensioned off.” He sighed at her confused face. “Police combat trainer. The guns. And some nasty stuff I had to deal with.” Nadia didn’t know what to say, that might explain the sadness in his smile. “So… where do you live? What do you ...

... do?” She could see her block up ahead, her heart sank. Too soon! Again the sad smile. He shrugged. “I just run.” Then they were back at hers. If it hadn’t been for the concierge outside, greeting her, she may have run on and pretended she didn’t live there. “Ok, this is me. Thanks so much for your help.” Nadia stopped and put out her hand, he clasped it quickly, still running, and nodded politely. Like a gallant little bow. That was the clincher. “Want to come in for breakfast… or something?” she blurted. Adam stopped, looked at her and then back at the road. Like it was calling for him. He shrugged. “Only if it’s not too much trouble,” he said. He whistled as the lift doors opened straight into Nadia’s apartment. She saw it through his eyes, all black marble and white furniture with its backdrop of the city, and felt a little embarrassed. Off the street, Adam seemed more threadbare and rain-washed. His trainers only held together by the laces. He looked… homeless. She pointed at a corridor while rummaging through her fridge. Not that there was much to rummage. All she had was eggs and champagne. “There’s a shower down there, if you want, help yourself to towels. Umm, omelette ok?” Adam looked genuinely touched by her hospitality. Once she heard the bathroom door close, Nadia skipped to her room, pulling off her running gear with the intention of a quick dousing in her en- suite. However, the wall of obscured glass dividing the shower from her bedroom revealed his gigantic ...