Sweaty - Sex Stories

Sweaty

... thought that came to mind was that I was busted for life; another was that she really cared. The ultimate though was that she was right in her admonishing; we were together, it was part of the deal to have each other’s back. Looking after each other and caring for one another was the norm. “There is something else I would like to propose to you as well,” she continued. She started by mentioning our coincidental run together a few mornings ago. “Do you know how hard I had to run to catch up, not to mention keep up with you? But eventually I did, didn’t I?” she giggled. “I was pooped but I would never show it to you,” she continued. She went on by saying how it turned her on to run slightly behind me and watch my leg muscles flex in my stride. How my buns showed of in my shorts and how she wished she could be closer to feel them flex in her hands. She admitted that she got quite wet, thinking of my body under my clothes. “Baby, do you have any idea how much I would love to train with you, go to the gym when we get time and work out with you? We could be training partners. We could push each other, encourage each other, test, and expand each other’s limits in so many ways. I think we could be so good for each other. Moreover, it would add in building our relationship as well.” Taking a long sip of my red wine, I took my time in answering her. “I have wanted this for such a long time. Getting out there and running is not as effective as partnering up with somebody. But, when I ...

... run, I run… you keep up or stay behind.” She looked at me for a few moments, her eyes never leaving mine, “is that a challenge?” she asked. “Why would it be? I am a man, you’re a woman. Our strides differ, our physical strengths differ, that’s all,” I state before taking a sip of wine. The next morning we lay in, just enjoying the comfort of each other’s bodies after our romantic night out. At some stage, she started exploring my body while lying with her head on my chest, her fingertips navigating while we talked about nothing in particular. I felt the effects of her caresses but left it there, I was enjoying it too much to complicate things. She lifted her head and sucked gently on one of my nipples. “This is turning you on isn’t it? I can sense by your breathing being deeper,” she giggled and gently bit on my nipple. I was indeed in a much different state down there than a few minutes earlier. I was becoming very aroused and unbelievably hard under her ministrations. Moving her mouth of my nipple, she started kissing me down my stomach, briefly swirling her tongue in my navel before lifting the sheets of my lower torso. “My, oh my!” she giggled. “What have we here? Is this for me?” Without wavering, she continued kissing down to where my cock was, now unrestrained by the sheets and threatening a drop of pre-cum. As she gently kissed all around my scrotum, the drop of pre-cum defeated gravity and started stretching toward my stomach. In one move, she both intercepted the drop ...