Workout at the track
I like to go down to my local track and run a few miles in the
morning. Last Monday, though, I got some exercise of quite
a different nature. I was the only one on the track for my
first half-dozen laps or so, and then Cassie showed up.
Cassie lives a couple of blocks from me, and I've known
her for years. She's going to start her senior year
of high school next month, and she just turned 18 a couple
of weeks ago. She's the star player on the girls basketball
team - at 6'1" tall, she has a good two inches on
me, and she's in top athletic shape. (I do run faster
than she does, but that's about it.) She wears her straight
blonde hair in a ponytail, has beautiful blue eyes, and
to work out she wears small red running shorts, white sneakers,
and a black sports bra over her B-cup breasts.
Cassie entered the track a bit ahead of me, and I returned
her wave as she started jogging. I stayed a few strides behind
her for a couple of laps. Sure, I could have run faster, but
I figured the view wasn't going to get any better anywhere
else. After running two laps, she pulled over to stretch,
reaching out a hand to touch mine as I jogged past. When I
came around again, she was stretching her long, shapely
legs by placing one foot on either edge of a lane of the track
and reaching down to touch her toes, with her head between
her legs. I couldn't help but stare as I approached
her, and of course she was looking right at me through her
legs the whole time. When I got closer, she smiled at me and
said, "Like what you see, sir?" (She's
so cute that way - she's called me "sir"
as long as I've known her, despite every effort on my
part to get her not to be so formal. At her eighteenth birthday
party, I told her that now that she was an adult, she should
call me by my first name. She said, "Okay, sir.")
I came around another lap and she was still stretching.
Since I hadn't done anything but smile before when
she asked if I liked what I saw, she tried again. "Well,
do you?" This time I answered: "No question,
Cassie, no question." "Well, then, "
she said, "Try to keep up with it." With that,
she took off at a full sprint down the track. It took me a moment
to shift gears, but soon I was running beside her and matching
her stride for stride. She turned her head to me as we ran,
looked me up and down, and said, "Nice form, sir, very
nice form." I looked at her and said, "Not too
damn bad yourself, Cassie." I hoped she couldn't
tell that it had taken every bit of extra energy I could muster
to get those six words out. I'm 15 years older than she
is, and I never was a sprinter anyway. Fortunately I didn't
have to maintain the pace, as she slowed to a brisk walk after
just over half a lap, and I joined her.
She reached her hands high above her head to stretch a little
more, and once again I looked at her in admiration. She saw
me looking at her, gave her body a few twists toward me, and
then flashed me an impish smile and said, "Let's
run some stairs." I agreed and walked with her to the
stadium bleachers. We ran side by side from the bottom to
the top four times, and by the end of the fifth time up the
stairs, I was beginning to feel that familiar burn in my
legs. As we walked behind the concrete wall to get to the
next aisle to go back down, she grabbed me by my shirt and
pulled me to her as she leaned back against the wall. I must
have looked surprised - I certainly felt surprised - because
she pulled me tighter to her and said, "I want you,
sir!" Having momentarily lost the ability to speak,
I didn't say anything, but fortunately that didn't
discourage her. She lowered her mouth to mine and kissed
me, running her tongue around my lips.
I returned her kiss and then broke it to ask, "Why are
you doing this, Cassie?" I was caressing her upper
arms as I asked, and our faces were only inches apart. She
sighed and her shoulders drooped slightly. I could hear
the frustration in her voice as she said, "None of
the guys I like at school will go out with me. They all get
scared off cuz I'm so tall and in good shape and on the
basketball team." I shook my head in disbelief as
I explained that I would have thought all of those things
would make her more attractive to them. She wiped a few tears
from her eyes as she told me that it sure wasn't working
out that way for her. I reached up and brushed a few stray
hairs back from her face. She said, "You've always
been so nice to me, sir. You're everything I want in
a guy, and I don't care that you're 33 and I'm
only 18. I'm an adult now and I can make these decisions
for myself, and I want you to be my first, right here, right
now."
I kissed her again, more passionately this time, our tongues
dancing together as we explored each others mouths. When
we broke our kiss, I looked deep into her eyes and asked if
she was sure she wanted this. She said, "More than
ever, sir." I ran my fingers over her hair and kissed
softly over her neck and nibbled and sucked on her earlobes.
I kissed slowly down her neck to her chest as I reached behind
her to unclasp her bra and drop it to the ground. She gasped
and instinctively reached up to cover her breasts, but
before her hands got there, she stopped and moved them behind
my head to pull me to her chest. I ran my tongue up and down
between her breasts, not touching either one at first,
and then licked along the undersides of her breasts before
taking first one nipple and then the other into my mouth,
sucking them, and flicking them with my tongue until they
were as hard as little rocks.
I released her nipples and slowly moved to my knees as I kissed
my way down her body. When I got to her shorts, I kissed along
just over the waistband and slowly worked them down, then
hooked my fingers under her panties and pulled them down
as well. She gasped again, and I looked up at her standing
over me. She looked straight into my eyes with raw passion
in her gaze. Her face was flushed, and she was breathing
harder than she had in any of our running and stair-work.
I moved my eyes back to her pussy, which was shaved smooth
except for a tiny triangular tuft of blonde hair above it.
I shifted myself so I was a little lower and begin to kiss,
lick, nibble, and suck on her inner thighs, slowly making
my way higher until I traced my tongue around her pussy lips.
I found her clit and rubbed it with my tongue, then took it
between my lips and worked it rapidly in and out of my mouth.
As she began to breathe more and more heavily, I released
her clit and pushed my tongue into her pussy. I slid it between
her pussy lips and worked it as far in as I could, then swirled
it in circles deep inside her. I rubbed her clit with my fingers
and made wider and wider circles with my tongue in her pussy,
going faster and faster as she began to moan. Her moans got
louder as I thrust my tongue in and out of her. Her legs started
to tremble and she leaned back against the wall as she exploded
in her orgasm. When she recovered, I slowly kissed my way
back up her body to her lips, and she kissed me hungrily,
tasting herself on my lips and tongue.
She reached for my shorts and tried to pull them down, but
I stopped her. She looked puzzled and concerned and asked,
"Why not, sir?" I smiled to myself at her continued
use of "sir" and said, "Not now, Cassie,
not here. This should be special for you, not rushed behind
the bleachers. Shall we go to my house?" She smiled,
kissed me deep, and said, "I'd love that, sir."
I helped her get her clothes back on and we jogged side by
side back to my house.
To be continued ...
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