“Fuck it, Annie, I love your sexy tits in that top,” whispered Joe as we hung around waiting for the Parkrun to begin.
I knew this very well, which was one of the reasons I liked to wear it. It was a short, tight-fitting bra-top designed for running, which moulded snugly over the twin mounds of my firm little boobs, while being stretchy enough not to squash my perky nipples. It also exposed my bare well-toned midriff (of which I was rather proud), and my tiny white shorts only added to the effect. All in all, I attracted a lot of glances from our fellow runners, both male and female.
The run started, and we set off along with the 200 or so other runners taking part. The route was a rather twisty two laps around the park and through a little wood, before finishing by the children’s paddling pool. The more enthusiastic runners soon shot off into the lead, leaving Joe and I jogging along at the back of a small group of average-ability participants.
We were making good time until about halfway round the first lap, when I felt something hard digging into the sole of my left foot, just as we were jogging through the wood. It was quite painful, and I tried shaking my foot to dislodge it, but without success.
“Hang on, I’ve got a stone in my shoe, I need to get rid of it,” I said, and jogged off the path to lean against one of the trees and get my shoe off.
“God, you’ve got a great arse, babe,” said Joe as I bent over to shake the stone free. I wiggled my Lycra-clad bum at him, and then felt his hands grasp my firm cheeks and give them a sexy squeeze.
“Mm, hands off, we need to get going again,” I murmured, although I was rather enjoying his attention. The gentle rubbing of the Lycra against my crotch always made me feel horny when running. Joe obeyed, but only to the extent of sliding his hands round onto my bare midriff and caressing my tummy. I couldn’t help letting out a sigh of pleasure, which only served to encourage him.
Before I knew what was happening, his hands had slipped up inside the front of my bra-top and were playing with my tits. He began rubbing my sensitive nipples and I could feel his stiff cock pressed against my thigh. I was as turned-on as he was, so I turned round and kissed him hard, slipping my tongue into his mouth.
“Fuck, Annie, I want you so much,” he whispered. He pushed his hands right up inside my top, pulling it up over my breasts and letting them pop out. The firm mounds jiggled as they met the open air, my pink nipples hard with excitement. Immediately he bent over and took one of my nips in his mouth, sucking and nibbling at the little bud, making me giggle with pleasure.
“I want you too,” I said, stroking his cock through his shorts. “But we have to be quick. The main bunch of runners will be back on the next lap in about ten minutes. Reckon you can do it by then?”
“Just try and stop me,” he grinned, pulling down his running shorts and letting his stiff cock bounce out. It was already rock hard and rearing up at 45 degrees.
“Get behind that tree, then, in case anyone else comes past,” I said. I pulled my top right off, knowing the sight of my bare breasts would arouse him even more, and then slipped off my shorts. Soon we were both naked except for our running shoes, and I dragged Joe down on top of me and spread my legs wide.
“Come on, then, stick your cock in,” I said urgently. Joe crouched over me, aiming his erect penis at the entrance to my slippery hole, and then eased the tip between the glistening folds of my labia.
I was so wet that it slid right in as far as it could go, and Joe began to fuck me vigorously. Slap, slap, slap, went his ball-sack against my thighs. Slurp, slurp, slurp, went my wet pussy as his cock thrust in and out. I pushed back against him, squeezing my vaginal muscles around his shaft to increase his pleasure – and mine. Supporting himself on one hand, he used the other to play with my tits.
“Ah, fuck me hard, that’s so good,” I said, knowing the dirty talk would turn him on even more. “Fuck my tight cunt with your enormous great cock.”
I was so horny that I wanted to go on top, my favourite position. I rolled him over onto his back, then lowered myself onto his cock and began to ride him vigorously. Anyone passing by who glanced into the copse would have been able to see my naked top half, my little tits jiggling as I bounced up and down, but I didn’t really care.
Joe’s cock felt so good inside me. I was dripping wet, and my juices were running out and gathering in his pubic hair. Normally he was able to last for ages before coming, but luckily the excitement of fucking in such a public place brought him quickly to his climax.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, babe,” he gasped, thrusting even faster into me.
“Come on then, cum inside me,” I said, clenching my vaginal muscles as tightly as I could.
“I’m cumming!” he cried, and I ground my crotch against his as he filled my eager passage with sticky white ejaculate. At that very moment I looked over and saw the first few runners streaming past on the path. Luckily, they were too focussed on their finish times to notice a naked couple in the throes of orgasm.
But time was now short. Even as Joe was still spurting into me, I rolled off him with a squelch, leaving the last few dollops of semen to pump out of his cock and run down his shaft into his pubes. I hurriedly pulled on my shorts, then wriggled back into my bra top, smoothing it down over my bare tits. Joe dressed quickly too, without even time to wipe his sticky cock before tucking it into his shorts. We crouched down in the undergrowth until we spotted a brief gap in the runners, then jumped out and re-joined the pack.
Our frantic fuck had left us just as red-faced and sweaty as if we’d run the same distance as everyone else, though as we jogged towards the finishing line I could feel Joe’s semen oozing out of my vagina and pooling in my crotch, leaving a very wet and sticky patch. By the time we passed through the finishing funnel and collected our tokens, the motion of my thighs had frothed it all up into quite a mess. I really hoped no-one would notice. I could also see a sticky patch on the front of Joe’s shorts where the goo from his cock had soaked through.
More by luck than judgement, we’d re-joined the run at just the right place to ensure our finishing times weren’t significantly different than usual, even though we’d skipped a whole lap. And our sweaty fuck had certainly been good exercise.
“That was fun,” said Joe, “though I think we’d better go straight home and clean up instead of going for a coffee this week.”
“Hey, don’t forget you’ve got unfinished business,” I said. “You’ve had your fun, but I’ve still not come yet. You can lick me out before you have your shower.”
I was confident that by the time we got home he’d be hard again, and ready for another fuck. I was right.
