Running with My Married Neighbor
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I wasn’t looking for her the first time I saw her, but then I couldn’t get her out of my head. I had woken up, stupid early, and couldn’t get back to sleep. So, there I was, 6:30 in the morning, wandering into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea—Irish Breakfast with sugar and milk. I stood in the morning room of my parent’s house, sipping at it, when she ran by.I blinked, almost dazed.I had never seen her before. Was she new to the neighborhood? She had to be, right? Women like that did not move about unnoticed. I was certain I’d never seen her before.She was tall with a dark, bronze, Mediterranean look with toned thighs and a tight ass. I gazed at every bounce of her sizable breasts as she ran by.I watched, hypnotized, and then she passed our home. Her ass in those leggings just screamed, “Spank me,” and I stared, dumbstruck, until she rounded the corner.I took a long pull of my tea. “Damn, I need to start running again.” I stared around the bend, willing her to come back.“Alex, is that you?”I turned as my mother stepped from her room, tying a robe around her waist. “Yeah, mom.”“I was wondering who I heard up. Do you have an early class today?”“Hmm? No; not ’til ten.” I still had time, but I was strangely awake and wondered if my mystery girl had anything to do with that.“Do you want me to make you some breakfast?” my mother asked.“Yeah, sure, if you like.”***I woke early for the next couple of days. I had not been imagining my mystery woman. She was real, and I was pleased. I’d get out of bed, make some tea, and then go to the morning room every morning. I could almost set my watch by her. She ran past my house and every morning I got a better look at her—her bouncing tits and her firm, round ass.She was stunning, with her dark skin and black hair pulled into a ponytail.She wasn’t the kind of woman I thought of when I thought of runners; not with those assets, but I marveled every time she ran past.I would finish my cup of tea and get ready for school.Slowly, this became routine.After two weeks, I decided that today was the day. I hadn’t run since high school and I was never very good at it, so I wondered if I could keep up with her. I did not know how far she was going or anything like that. But what the hell, right? Shoot the shot.I put on some basketball shorts, tied on my sneakers, and went outside to stretch. It wasn’t time for her yet, not quite, but I wanted to be warmed up. I hadn’t run in nearly three years and I didn’t want to die on this one.I was doing heel kicks and high knees in the driveway when came around the bend—clockwork.I ran out of my driveway as she went by.“Mind if I join you?” I asked. Just starting, I had enough breath for a few words.“Sure,” she breathed. She didn’t stop or miss a beat. She had been running alone. Now she had a partner.We were nearly at the bend where I had watched her disappear every morning.“I’m Alex, by the way.” She didn’t set an excruciating pace. I might have been able to outdo her if I were so inclined; I wasn’t. I wanted to run with her. Also, I did not know where she was going and I wanted to find out. I wanted to take in the way her body moved.“Kate,” she breathed.She was working hard. I wondered if maybe she hadn’t been running for a long time. Anyway, I ran beside her.Every crash of her feet against the pavement sent a ripple through her toned legs and up her ass as her breasts bounced.I ran beside her, trying not to ogle her too much. The last thing I wanted to do was make her uncomfortable.We ran the outermost loop of the neighborhood. Thankfully, we still had a ways to go, even if she finished before me. She stopped at a house on Willow Drive, still a ways from me. It was sad. I’d have to run the rest on my own, and my legs were burning. “Good run,” I said.“Thank you,” she called. I kept moving.I rounded a corner, taking a somewhat shorter route home. There were no more bouncing tits in it for me and, honestly, I was going to be sore as it was. It had been too long since I’d run anything like this, so I would take this time as more of a cooldown.Getting home, I immediately went to take a shower where I fell against the wall, letting the water run down my body. I thought about Kate, the Ataşehir Escort shape of her breasts, and the way they bounced. I thought about the shape of her lips and how they parted just so as she ran. Those lips were made for sucking dick and I wanted her to.I thought about her so much that, before I knew it, the next morning had come and the process repeated.I woke up early the next several mornings and ran with Kate.She must have caught me ogling her, because the day came when she ogled me back, and I caught her gaze. I’d glance her way and catch her staring at where my cock and balls bounced with every stride. The fact that running beside her made my dick hard made it somewhat difficult to conceal, but I didn’t really want to.We ran around the neighborhood, stealing glances at each other. It got to a point where she would smile at me when I would come up beside her from running behind. She knew what I was doing. She had to. The fact that her shirts became shorter and shorter told me she knew and that some part of her didn’t mind.There was one day, after nearly three weeks of stealing glances at each other, that I caught her staring at my piece, and then she glanced up at me, smiling. That was the day that, when she stopped at her home on Willow Street, I dropped my hand and delivered a glancing spank right off her ass.Damn, it was firm. She had just finished running, which probably had a lot to do with it, but it was nice.“Good run,” I called.I imagined the look of shock and pleasure on her face, and I liked it. If only I had looked over my shoulder then to take her in. I imagined her standing there, staring after me, awestruck, until I turned the corner.I did glance back as I turned the corner, though, and she was only just turning away.I chuckled and kept running.This went on for a couple of weeks. I’d meet her at my driveway and she’d smile her greeting at me. Her eyes would nearly flash. We’d run, checking each other out the whole time—our silent courtship. She’d come to her stop and I would drop my hand and slap her ass. “Oww,” she would purr.I didn’t know what came over me that day, but I was hard as a rock and I caught her staring. Her lips were parted; it injured her form. I said nothing, but when she stopped at her house on Willow Drive, I did not drop my hand to deliver my ritual spank.“Hey,” Kate called. It was the first new word of our courtship.I stopped and turned around, stepping up to her. “What’s up?”“Did you forget something?” What was that? She’d never said so much to me. Even though she was nearly breathless, there was an accent to her voice, definitely European, but I couldn’t place it.I stepped closer, feigning to think about what she said, and she stared me down the whole time. Of course, I hadn’t spanked her. I was curious about what she would do if I didn’t. I hadn’t expected this.“I think you’re right,” I said.“Yeah.”I stepped up to her. Raising a hand, I thumbed her parted lips, and then pressed my body against hers, copping a feel of her chest, and kissed her on the mouth.She kissed me back, but then stepped back and stared at me.I smiled at her, breathless. “Maybe next time we’ll uh… we’ll give these DSLs a try.”“DSLs?”I chuckled at my private joke. “Look it up, Urban Dictionary. It’s a friend. Good run.”“Thank you,” Kate said.She stared at me as I turned and restarted my run back down the street. I glanced back over my shoulder as I turned the corner and she was still staring.I thought about that kiss as I got ready for school. Things had changed. How long had it been? Had it been over two months since I’d first seen her run down my street? It had been me staring at her as she passed the corner then.“You seem pleased with yourself,” my mother said. “Good run with Kate?”Fuck, how did my mother even know her name?“The best. Do you know her?”“Not personally, but I have friends, and apparently she’s been asking about you.”I turned away from her and sipped my tea, smiling. “Hmm, weird.”“Yeah, weird. You know she’s married, right?”I almost choked on my tea. “It’s never come up. We’re just running, mom.”“Okay, just make sure that’s all you’re doing.”I turned back to face her and gave Ataşehir Escort Bayan her my most winning smile. “Of course, mom,” I said.***The morning couldn’t come fast enough. I was doing my warmups in the driveway when Kate ran around the corner.The birds were singing their “come fuck me” songs and her eyes said little else when she glanced my way.“Mornin’, Kate,” I said and joined her.“Morning.”Fuck, I wanted to melt in the wake of that accent. Where was she from?I was so busy stealing glances at Kate’s bouncing breasts, glancing away quickly, smiling each time she looked my way, that I almost didn’t notice when she took a different turn. We were no longer on the outer loop but were heading deeper into the neighborhood, toward the rec-park. I was glancing around, curious, when she shoved me, sending me sprawling into the grass, narrowly missing a broad tree.“What—” I never finished my complaint because Kate was on top of me.We were both gross from the run, but I gave no fucks about the salt on her lips as they pressed against mine.She was out of breath and must have pulled everything she needed from my body as her breasts pressed against my chest. She was soft, and I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into me.My lips parted as her tongue pressed against them, and I tasted her mouth.I worked my hands under her shirt and up her back as she palmed into me. She grabbed the hem of my shirt and pushed it off over my head.Her body was closer to me now. She kissed my lips, then my neck. Then she kissed down my chest.“Put these DSLs to use, huh?” Kate demanded. She stared me down as her fingertips wrapped around my shorts and pulled them down.My dick flopped out, and she wrapped her hand around it.“This is what you’ve been wanting, right? Is this what all of our little runs have been to you?”“Oh, yes,” I confessed. “Since the moment I saw you.” I propped up onto my elbows and stared as she stroked my cock.“Well, don’t forget what else you like,” Kate said. She reached for her shirt and pulled it off, along with her sports bra.My mouth fell open as her natural D cups spilled over her chest. Those were the best tits I had ever seen, hands-down. Between her exotic bronze skin and her light brown-pink nipples, she was a beauty to behold, and I beheld.“Running beside me so you can watch my tits bounce, thinking I didn’t notice.”“Or hoping you did.”She took her tits in hand and pressed the silken folds around my cock. “Well, I noticed.” She stared me down, working my cock in her cleavage.My head fell back. “Oh, thank god.”She stroked my piece between her tits and then flicked her tongue over the head of my cock. I gasped and looked up at her as she timed out each stroke with a flick of her tongue. Fuck, was she going to make me cum on her tits?She spit on my cock, lubing me up.My head fell back again as I gasped. “Oh my god, this is amazing.”Kate stared into my eyes as she worked me in her cleavage, looking nowhere else.Her brown eyes held me in a trance as each breath brought me closer to cumming on her succulent breasts. Fuck, I wanted to suck on them. I wanted them in my hands. I wanted to handle them, knead them.She went down on me, taking my cock into her mouth.“Oh, thank god,” I moaned as her tongue lapped me up in long strokes. She worked me with her tongue and her hand, taking all of me. She went down on me—Gwack!—she gagged before coming off, and then licking down my shaft again. Gwack!“Oh, my god.”“Mmm, mhmm,” Kate moaned past my cock.She stroked me, riding me up with her tongue, pressing on the base of my cock the whole way, then slurped through her saliva, flicking her tongue over my hole. She sucked on the sides of my cock.She looked up at me, and I could only stare back, shaking.DSLs indeed. Holy fuck, she was good at this. So much talent.She blew razzberries down my length and then took my balls into her mouth. She rolled them over her tongue and did a figure eight as she pulled them between her lips.I gasped and fell back.“Mmm,” she moaned, chuckling.My balls slipped from her mouth, and she rode my cock up the opposite side. Her saliva dripped down my length and she worked her lips and tongue Escort Ataşehir through it.She twisted her tongue around the head of my cock and fell on me again.I shook as she flicked pre-cum from my cock and then slurped up and down my shaft before taking me into her throat, swallowing my length into that warm pocket.I wrapped a hand around her head, holding her there, and thrust deeper into her throat.Gwack! Gwack! Gwack! I eased up, and she gagged as she came off me, leaving behind her thick saliva. She gasped, staring me down as she stroked me through it.She launched over me and kissed me. I took in the taste of her lips and my salty sex as she pressed her tongue against me. I kissed her harder and pulled everything she had from her chest as she stroked me.“Holy fuck! I want to cum!” I gasped.“Mmm, that’s the idea.”She kissed me again, then fell back, and took me back into her mouth. She pressed her tongue against my cock and bobbed on my sex.I was so hard in her mouth that it hurt and my balls were tight against my shaft. I posted off an arm, sitting up, gasping, as she took the whole of my cock in her mouth.I wrapped a hand up in her wet hair and rested it on the back of her head. Holy fuck. I gasped, shaking.She cupped my balls and flicked her tongue through my hole, twisting around my head.“Oh, my god! Holy fuck.”“Mmm, mhmm.”My cock throbbed, and I held her over me as two months’ worth of lust and desire pumped into her mouth. I gasped with every pump, overcome by the orgasm.“Mmm.” Kate chuckled.Cum dripped down my length as she let it fall from her lips. She came off my cock with a pop and then stared me down as she licked every drop from my stiff member. I gazed at her the whole time and her eyes were looking nowhere but mine.She tilted her head back and swallowed.“How are those for dick-sucking lips?” Kate asked.I gasped, staring. “Holy fuck, come here,” I commanded, sitting up. She met me halfway, and I kissed her, pressing my tongue against hers.Finally, I had her tits in my hands. I kneaded them, handling them with care. They were so fucking big that they spilled over my hands.I pulled away from our kiss and wrapped my lips around her nipples. I sucked on them, pressing her tits into my mouth, and she wrapped her arms around my head, pulling me into her.I moved to her other breast. Fuck, was this one even better?I pressed a hand down her smooth belly and my fingertips brushed the hair of her mound before she slapped my hand away.Okay, off-limits.I buried my face between her tits and motor-boated her. She pulled me into her harder as I pressed her breasts harder around my face.I rose and kissed her mouth, taking in her scent and the flavor of her tongue, the salt on her lips.“God, I want to fuck you,” I begged. I kissed her jaw, and she gasped. I kissed her neck and pulled her nearer to me.“Not here.” She kissed me again as a car went by. Did they see us? “Ugh, merde. Get dressed.”“Mmm, but I want you.” I kissed her again.She kissed me back. “Mmm, I need you,” she purred. “But get dressed. We’ll go back to my place.”I fell back onto my heels, staring, stunned; but I shook my head and then pulled on my shorts before grabbing my shirt. Part of me died when she pulled on her shirt and sports bra.I wanted her tits. I needed them.“Let’s go, you horny boy.”“Kate, what’s going on? That was amazing. Did I do something wrong?”“No, just not here. Take me home,” she purred.I was practically dizzy. I wanted to fuck her. We stepped onto the street and started to walk toward Willow Street, stealing longing glances at each other. It didn’t take long, cutting through the middle of the development.My dick was purring. I had never had a blowjob like that before. She was amazing, but I had no idea how I was supposed to handle that, along with her slapping my hand away when I wanted to play with her pussy. I walked beside her. She glanced over at me, stealing fleeting looks. We were near to her home and—“Merde.”“What?”“Tyler’s home.”“Tyler?”“My husband.”I nodded.“Bonne course, mon amour. Á demain.” She kissed my cheek and took off. Those were words. What the hell did they mean?I watched her go and glanced at the Jag parked in her driveway. All the times I’d seen her home, I’d never once noticed the car.I scratched my head the entire way home, wondering if I’d done something wrong, worried that I had. My heart fell.“Morning, sweetie, you’re back late. Are you okay?”“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “I just hit a wall. I’m going to get cleaned up and lie down for a bit.”
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