The first time I saw her was just a smile. She was skating towards me as I ran. Going fast, her smile flashed quickly. Later, she came back down the path from behind me. I had a little longer to take everything in as she skated ahead and pulled away. An impossibly short red skirt showed her long powerful toned legs, and a matching red sports bra was her only other clothing. A colourful sleeve tattoo covered her right arm. Her blonde hair stuck out in a ponytail through the back of her helmet.
The next day I saw her again while I was running. Today she wore a black skirt, still impossibly short and a camouflage sports bra. She smiled at me on the way out and passed me again on the way back.
When I arrived back at the park where I usually finish my run, she was there. She was skating around any obstacles she could find.
“Oh, hi,” she smiled and waved as I got closer.
“Hello,” I smiled.
She skated over to the table where I was starting my stretches.
“My name is Candy,” she said as she held her hand out for me to shake.
I shook her hand. Candy looked in her mid to late twenties and was as beautiful standing in front of me as she was skating past me.
“My name is Jack. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“How far do you run?”
“Usually ten kilometres.”
“Wow, every day?”
“Yes. I don’t miss many. What about you? How far do you go?”
I realised my double entendre as I’d said it. She gave the hint of a smile.
“Just down to the lighthouse corner. I haven’t skated for ages. My housemate wants me to join her roller derby team.”
“Roller Derby? I didn’t know that was on.”
“Yeah, it starts next week, I think. Do you like Roller Derby?”
“I guess. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it live.”
“Well, if you like sexy, tough girls, I think you’ll like it. Do you like sexy, tough girls?”
“I do.”
“Me too. I love the tough girls. Then again, I’m not going to say no to a sexy soft girl either, but the boys need to be hard,” she laughs softly.
I laugh along, unsure what to say.
“I’m sorry, oversharing a bit there, I do that,” she smiled again.
“It’s OK. Share whatever you like.”
“Well, is it OK if I share the details of the Roller Derby with you?”
“Sure, Thanks.”
“I haven’t got my phone, but if you give me yours, I can message my phone with your number and send the details back.”
I hand her my phone. She gets to work messaging herself and then taking selfies.
“I’ve just put myself in your contacts. With a photo, so you don’t forget me.”
“I don’t think I’ll forget you in a hurry.”
“That’s what I like to hear. Now I’ve got to get to work. Maybe I’ll see you out here tomorrow if I’m lucky?”
“Sounds great. See you then.”
She skated away as I headed home to start the day.
I tried to concentrate on my work but kept thinking about Candy. Around eleven I left my home office to make a coffee. My phone pinged with a message. It was a picture of the flyer for the Roller Derby event the next Friday night. Three flashing dots indicated she was still typing. Rather than stare at the three dots I decided to look at the photo she had put as her contact picture. Her pretty smile held my attention for a moment until I saw her beautiful cleavage clamouring for attention. My phone pinged again.
“Nice to meet you today. Here are the details for the Roller Derby. Hope you can come.”
It pinged again.
“Also, I don’t mind if you think of me while you wank”
And again.
“I hope you think of me while you wank”
How do you reply to that? Is there an emoji for that?
I texted back:
“Thank you”
It sounded lame because it was, but she said,
“See you tomorrow.”
I knew I wouldn’t be able to concentrate now and so I did as asked and spent some quality time with myself and my fantasies about Candy.
The next day could not come quickly enough as I bounded out of bed and into my run. I wanted to see her again so badly. This time she slowed as she came towards me, standing up a little straighter. Today she wore tiny lycra running shorts and a matching sports bra.
“Hey, how are you today?” she shouted.
“Great thanks,” I said between breaths.
“Do you want a coffee?”
She had turned now and was keeping up with me easily along the path.
“Sure, thanks.”
“Sweet, I’ll meet you back at the park.”
She sped off, and by the time I got back to the park, she was rolling up with two cups. Handing me one as she rolled over.
“Thank you,” I said. “I’ll buy you one tomorrow.”
“Don’t be silly! I work at the cafe. These are free.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. Now tell me please, Jack. Did you think of me yesterday while you wanked?”
“Yes, I did, a couple of times.”
“Was I good? Am I a satisfying imaginary lover?”
“Very. Though I’d love to compare it to the real thing.”
“Now now, don’t be so forward, Mister Jack,” she teased
“What about you? Did you think of me?”
“Ah no. I’m sorry, I did have plans to, and then my housemate brought her new boyfriend around so I masturbated listening to them go at it. Don’t worry, as soon as I do I’ll let you know.”
“I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.”
“Oh shit, I didn’t realise the time. I have to go, see you tomorrow?”
“Sure,” I shrugged, wishing I could spend longer with her.
She rolled over, kissed me on the cheek and skated off, leaving me to walk home to a date with my imagination.
Concentrating was a little easier that morning, though every so often my mind would wander. I’d find myself thinking about her. She had texted early, apologising for rushing off. She sent a photo of her at work. Nothing too risque, though still sexy as hell.
It was 3 pm before I heard from her again, but the wait was worth it.
“Busy day, but I finally managed some me time. I just got myself off in the storeroom thinking about your cock. I hope it’s as good as my fantasy.”
I replied, “That’s so hot. Do you want to see my cock for real?”
And then the constant tease.
“I’d like a look for sure, but that’s all. I’m a good girl.”
I groaned as I read that. Surely she knew how badly I wanted to fuck her.
“Will I see you tomorrow?”
The reply took an age and still teased: “If you’re lucky.”
I guess I was lucky, the next morning she skated towards me again, today’s skirt slightly longer but still showing a lot of legs and a hint of arse. A bikini top completed the ensemble. Her smile was huge as she went past and so was mine as she lifted her skirt and showed me her pussy. I fought the urge to turn around and follow her but I was rewarded for waiting when she passed on the way back and lifted her skirt to show me her arse. I think I ran faster than ever back to the park that day.
Despite my speed, she’d still had time to grab us a coffee and she handed me one as I ran up.
“Good morning, Running Man, did you see anything nice today,” she smiled.
“Good morning, Roller Girl, well I did see something very nice but I can’t be sure I didn’t imagine it, I’d maybe need another look.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
I groaned and we both sipped our coffee in silence, my mind rolling over how long this tease might last.
Finally, she broke the silence.
“I shaved my pussy this morning, it felt so good with the air hitting it as I skated along, like someone blowing on it.”
“That sounds very nice,” I tried to not betray how horny this made me.
“You know I was thinking while I waited for our coffees, you’ve seen my pussy now, but I haven’t seen your cock, it puts me at a real disadvantage when I’m fantasizing about you.”
“Would you like me to show you?”
“I would like to see it, yes, why don’t we go over to the beach and have a swim, I can get a look at it there.”
“You don’t have to stop at having a look”
“Come on now Jack, take it easy, I’m building anticipation, all in good time”
She was enjoying the tease, and this felt like edging on a grand scale, but I followed her over to the beach path, she stopped and took off her skates, then her skirt, then her bikini top. I followed by removing my shirt and shorts, revealing to her my now hard cock,
“Ooh it’s thick and long, congratulations it’s better than I’d imagined, now before we get in the water you need to know I don’t fuck on the beach or in the water, so you might need to look after that one yourself”
She ran off towards the water, I ran after her my hard cock pointing the way, I was glad the beach was quiet today. She hit the water and dived in, swam out a little and then turned back to face me where the water was about waist deep. Her upper body glistened with the water on her.
“Hurry up, the water’s great.”
I plunged in and swam over, the water was cool and fresh and calmed my erection slightly. I bobbed up beside her and she turned, placing her arms around my shoulders. She kissed me passionately, her tongue probing for mine and my erection returned fully, poking her leg.
“Wow, that thing is hard,” she broke the kiss to tell me.
“Are you surprised?”
“I’m flattered.”
“I want to fuck you.”
“Me too babe, I wanted to fuck you the first day I skated past you, but just enjoy the build-up.”
She kissed me again.
“Right, here’s today’s plan. My pussy is on fire but I have to go to work, your cock is hard too, see that shower just on the path up to the park?”
“Uh-uh.”
“Well I’m going to have a shower, and while I’m showering I’m going to put out that fire with my hand, I want you to stay here and watch.”
“Just watch?”
“I’m expecting you’ll pull your cock but if you come before me then I’ll be furious.”
“How mad?”
“Maybe mad enough not to fuck you for another week.”
Do you think you can hold out that long?” I asked her.
“Do you want to find out?”
“Not really.”
“Didn’t think so,” she smiled before kissing me again and rubbing my cock again.
“That’s cheating.”
“Can’t be cheating when I’m making the rules, can I?”
I watched her go as she swam towards the beach, when she reached the shower and turned on the tap she turned and started rubbing her hands on her tits. I took things slowly but I was hoping she would speed up a touch. I got my wish as she leaned against the shower pole and with her right hand started rubbing her clit. After about twenty seconds she stopped, letting herself down a little, edging. I was amazed at her capacity to delay gratification.
She started again slowly, this time putting a finger into her pussy, then taking it out again and making a show of licking it.
I heard her say, “I’m so wet for you.”
Immediately, she returned her finger to her clit and went around and around, she gripped the pole with her left hand to hold herself up as her entire body convulsed.
Three more strokes were all it took for me as I shot a load into the salty water.
Candy calms quickly and takes a bow, starting to walk towards where we’d left our clothes. I walk out of the water but by the time I reach my clothes, she is gone.
Once again I have difficulty concentrating on my work, luckily there is no urgency in any of my tasks at the moment.
I let my mind wander to Candy, our public display and what might happen next, I decide to send her a text.
“This morning was beautiful, thank you for sharing”
It was soppy and saccharine sure, but I didn’t have the texting repertoire of Candy, who always sounded sexy and sassy by text. Sure enough.
“It was pretty wild hey? I’m still wet thinking about it. I told my boss and I’m pretty sure she went to the storeroom to Jill off”
She told someone. I know anyone could have seen it but wow.
“You told your boss?”
“Of course, you know I love to share. She thinks you sound nice. If you come in for coffee sometime you might get lucky.”
“I’m busy trying to get lucky with you”
“I’m sure that you could handle a bit more action”
“You seem like a lot”
“Am I too much?”
“I think I can handle you”
“I’m sure a fit bloke like you could handle me and a couple more on the reg. I’ll introduce you, but not before we’ve fucked. I need to do some quality control for her.”
“Thanks for looking out for us both. Speaking of fucking, why don’t you come to mine tonight and we can finally get together. I’ll cook us a meal ”
“I’d love to Babe, but I have a girls’ movie night tonight.”
“That sounds wholesome.”
“It’s so much fun, cask wine and pornhub while we fingerbang each other”
“I can never tell when you’re joking”
“No joke, baby, it’s our Thursday night tradition. Gotta go. Work. See you and your big cock tomorrow”
Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.
I ran my usual way out to the turnaround. Turning back towards the park I sped up, eager to see her.
Finally, I spotted her in the distance, skating along without a care in the world. I upped my pace again. Today she wore her short red skirt and a loose yoga top, as I got closer I could see she hadn’t bothered with a sports bra. She may as well have been topless.
When I reached her she pointed down the path to the lookout and skated along it. I ran behind.
We both reached the lookout at the same time and she turned, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. Her tongue pushed into my mouth as our hands explored each other’s bodies. I lifted her skirt and found my fingers probing her very wet pussy. I pumped in and out until she stopped me.
“Hurry up and fuck me,“ she panted, “I want you.”
She broke away and skated over to the railing of the lookout, grabbing it with both hands. Bending over she wiggled her arse at me.
“Come on then,” she said, “enjoy the view.”
I pulled down my shorts. My hard cock pointed the way. I lifted her skirt and slid in, slowly and gently. She was tight but very wet as I started pumping in and out.
“Stand still,” she told me.
I pushed my cock in as deeply as I could and stopped there. Using the railing for leverage and her strong arms she rolled forward and backwards on my cock. Slowly at first and then faster, the pressure on my cock is intense.
“Oh fuck that’s so good, “I grunt.
Candy just moaned and tensed, her pussy tightening around my cock. She stopped rolling back and forth and I started pumping. Her moans get louder and I get that familiar feeling.
“I’m going to come,” I tell her.
“Yes, Yes, fuck me, do it,” she moans.
In a few short seconds, I feel my balls empty, days of pent-up anticipation flying into Candy’s pussy.
“Ooh, so much,” Candy giggled as he rolled forward off my cock.
She turned to face me, a satisfied smile on her face. She kissed me again, with less urgency.
“Worth the wait?” she asked.
“Yes, it was. And for you?”
“Definitely, same again tomorrow?”
“Maybe even later today?”
“Good plan, Running Man.”
