Working Out

Working Out by Reed Manning

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“I think I'm going to start jogging again.” Neil patted his abdomen as he surveyed himself in the mirror. Not bad to look at, but a year ago it had definitely been firmer to the touch. His girlfriend, Kate, finished piling the dirty laundry atop the bed. “Sure. Sounds good,” she said with complete indifference, and tugged up the bedsheets around the laundry and carried them downstairs to the washing machine. Neil had hoped seeing him just out of the shower would make her want to leave the sheets on and take advantage of a free Saturday. So much for that notion. He couldn't really blame her. For twelve months the project had consumed his waking hours. Now that he was back to a reasonable schedule, with plenty of comp time to boot, it might take a while to recall what the word “recreation” meant. He'd see if her mood was better later. Meanwhile, he began to rummage through his chest of drawers for his running outfit. **** A couple of hours later he was in the athletic shoe store near the park. He knew he'd been too long out of action when he realized he didn't recognize the manager, nor the lovely young woman who came to wait upon him. One thing for sure, though, he thought as he observed the way she filled out her polo shirt and workout slacks, she was the type he would remember from now on. “I'm Chloe. May I help you?” 3

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“Neil.” He held up the ratty shoes he needed to replace. “I'm heading for the trails along the ridge. I used to know them well.” “I've heard that's a great place to go running.” “You've never been there?” “I just moved here about six weeks ago.” Her hips brushed his as she reached to get a shoe box down from the shelves. Was it his imagination, or had she touched him on purpose? With her standing so near, he caught a whiff of the vanilla fragrance she was wearing. She looked, smelled, sounded so appealing, he just had to say it: “Maybe I could show you the best routes.” She made steady eye contact. Smiled. “I'd like that.” “I'd like that,” she said. His mouth went dry. His heart sped up. “When?” “I'm off for the afternoon at two. Meet you at the park entrance.” **** Neil played it cool as they ran, taking nothing for granted. They chatted as they jogged over the ridge and into a secluded stretch of woods. Chloe was a great talker. Within moments he felt he'd known her for years. Where the trail crossed a creek, they paused for a breather. Neil barely had to give signals before Chloe eased up to him and kissed him tongue-to-tongue. “I have a girlfriend,” he told her. If it cost him a lay, he would kick himself, but he had to say it. “And I have a boyfriend.” Chloe grinned. “But he's not here right now.” 4

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They stole upstream to an off-trail hideaway. Chloe was out of her clothes in an instant. And on her knees. She sucked him to hardness as a squirrel observed from the branches above. Could animals be voyeurs? Neil wondered. “Do me right here on the ground,” Chloe insisted, spreading herself out on a thick layer of last year's leaves. She spread her legs and beckoned. Neil crawled between her knees. She parted the lips of her pussy with her fingers. He probed. The blunt end of his rod encountered wet, hot, rubbery flesh. He paused just long enough to rub the secretions up and over her clit, drawing forth a gasp and a widening of her eyes, then he plunged in. That was it. She was for real. He began humping in earnest. She humped back, both while beneath him, and later when she was on top. The squirrel watched them the whole time. **** “Oh, God,” Neil moaned. “What is this?” He came out of the bathroom and showed himself off to Kate. She cringed as she saw the huge rash over his ass and his back. “That's poison oak,” she said. “Did you stop to rest beside the trail?” “Um, yeah,” he quickly lied. “I was exhausted.” “That'll teach you to wander off the trail.” Kate headed for the medicine cabinet. “I'll get the calamine lotion.” Neil nodded, and waited in pain to be tended to. 5

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Yet, for all his discomfort, the most prominent thought in his mind was, it had been worth it. **** It wasn't until three days after he had recovered that Neil grew bold enough to stop by the shoe store. Chloe drew him into a corner. “It got me, too,” she confirmed. She rubbed her ass and winced. “But I'm all healed up.” “Good. Guess it was not the best idea, rendevousing way out there.” She turned so that her boss wouldn't see, and gave Neil a beatific smile. “On the contrary. I want to do it again.” Neil nearly laughed out loud. He had been expecting to hear Chloe say the poison oak had been a sign they shouldn't have fucked each other. “Same place and time, Tuesday?” he suggested. “Yes.” She snuck a caress along his zipper. “But this time, we do it standing up.” **** Neil arrived at the spot on the trail five minutes late, puffing and winded, having been delayed at work until too late to make it on time despite his best effort. He looked right, left. Didn't see her. His chin dropped toward his chest. “Over here.” Chloe stepped out from behind a Douglas fir and chuckled at his expression. “I have a surprise for you.” Neil raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” “You'll see.” She grinned. 6

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He kept an eye out for poison oak as he left the path. Chloe was the only thing he had come here to touch. “Well?” he asked. “Lick my boobs first.” “Okay.” She raised her jogging bra over her boobs. Her nipples were already hard, but as he tongued them, they engorged further. She murmured her approval, cupping the back of his head and keeping him against her. He reached down to slide her khaki shorts down her thighs. She stopped him. “Allow me.” Her eyes twinkled impishly as she pulled the shorts down the shorts herself and stepped out of them. She pirouetted. She was wearing a man's jockey strap. “What's this?” Neil wondered aloud. She reached into a pocket of the cast-off shorts and pulled out a small dildo vibrator. “It's to hold in this.” She deftly inserted the device into her cunt. The jock strap held it neatly in place. She set it to buzzing, and sighed as the stimulation began to take effect. “Um ... er...” This was all very interesting, but... “Don't worry,” she giggled. “There's still a hole for you.” Grinning hugely, Chloe reached into the other pocket and handed Neil a mini-bottle of lube. Then she turned around, bent over, and braced herself against the tree trunk. Her petite dimple of an asshole said hello to the filtered sunlight, to the woodland breeze, to the birdsong. Neil was quite sure he had never seen a more beautiful sight. “Please tell me you're not kidding.” 7

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“Do I look like I'm kidding?” She wiggled her fanny. “Get that little friend of mine over here. I'm going to come in about fifteen seconds and I want it in me by then.” He saw the rosiness rising up her face, saw the nipples twitching, and understood how near the brink she was. Frantically he shoved down his shorts and squeezed out a dose of lube. He gasped as the slickness coated his dick. Chloe's “friend” was far from little by now. It was nearly bursting its skin, and so primed it made him shudder just to touch himself. Neil scooted up to her buns and aimed. She was so tiny back there, and his prick so maxed out, that he momentarily doubted the plan. Then her opening magically gave way, taking him in past the bulb. He backed out just enough to swab the ring of her sphincters with plenty of lube, then he eased forward once more. He didn't stop until his pubic hair was crushed up against the moons of her ass. He was all the way in. “Oh, God!” Chloe blurted. The exclamation startled him, but her sudden intake of breath told him it was delight he was hearing. “Stay there just like that. Don't move!” He obeyed. Chloe began bucking and writhing. She would have fallen forward had not the tree stopped her; as it was she melted against the trunk and sobbed for joy. She shuddered, heaved, sighed. As the orgasm continued her ass kneaded Neil's dick with smooth, hot, welcoming squeezes. It was all he could do not to come as well. He would have, but no way was he going to end it that quickly. 8

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He considered buying Kate a vibrator and a jock strap and seeing if she could match this. But no—he didn't want an experience like this to ever grow routine. Gradually Chloe regained her breath. Her knees fought back from the brink of collapse. Her elbows straightened. Her face was indented with the pattern of the bark when she lifted it away from the tree. “Now fuck me,” she demanded. “Hard and deep as you like.” Neil wasted no time. When it came to deepness, he took her at her word and shoved all the way in each time. On the outward stroke he let most of his entire shaft kiss the air. Only the tip remained nestled in her orifice until he pushed in again. Yet when it came to vigorousness, he saved himself, humping steadily and firmly, but not slamming. Her ass showed every sign of being able to handle whatever pounding he could deliver, but he preferred to savor the way her folds enveloped him, the way the steady rubbing sent pulses along his dick and into his pelvis. He clasped her by the waist, anchoring her against his thrusts. Her hips made perfect handles, the hourglass proportions of her torso a tribute to femininity—even from the rear, there was no mistaking that Chloe was all female. He couldn't see her boobs, but he could sense them swinging by the way her body rolled and pitched. He ran a hand along her spine, anointing his fingertips with the fine sheen of her perspiration. Yes, she was sweating, 9

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wasn't she? In fact, she was putting as much energy into the humping as he. It gave him an idea. He stood in place, cock thrust forward, his hands braced against his own hips to steady himself. Sure enough, the vigor of their fucking, the deepness of the plunges and the sweet polishing of his tool, went on as before. Except she was doing nearly all the work. This was fabulous. Not only was he getting to stick it up her ass, but she was fucking him with her ass. His balls drew up tight. His breath came in shorter and shorter puffs. He didn't have to do anything but maintain the stance. She was going to milk it from him. The tingles began. First deep inside, then radiating up his shaft until his bulb swelled to impossible dimensions. “That's it,” she urged. “Fill me up.” His wad poured out. The first surge flooded her rectum on the in-stroke. His eyes nearly rolled up in his skull. “Uhhh!” he moaned. “Oooh!” she echoed, her tone vibrant with delight and more than a trace of smugness. “It's hot!” He had been thinking what a fine oven her ass was. How could it get hotter in there? He didn't try to figure it out. His orgasm banished all coherent thought. He squirted again and again, and when he was spent, the tingles kept on. Throughout it all, her ass kept vacuuming up whatever he could give. Bit by bit, as the afterglow arrived, Neil began to become aware of the birds fluttering in the trees and the wind tempering the heat of his skin. He made as if to pull out and 10

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she reached back, urging to continue to impale her just a little while longer. “I wonder if that guy on the mountain bike saw us.” “What guy on the mountain bike?” he puffed dismissively. At the moment, all he cared about was the wonderful, spent feeling in his cock ... and, of course, the accommodating lady who had helped it come about. **** “Look what I got,” Kate announced a few weeks later. Neil, preparing for his regular run, was pulling on his socks as Kate strode into the living room proudly displaying her ... jogging outfit. Oh, shit, Neil thought. “W-w-what's this?” he asked, already dreading the answer. “You've been getting back into such great shape,” she said. As he stood, she ran her hands down his leaner, firmer waist. “All that increased stamina. I decided it was high time I joined you.” “Are you sure you want to commit to that?” “Anything that improves our sex life that much, I want a piece of,” she declared. Funny how getting some action on the side had inspired him to pork his old lady more than usual. It always seemed to work that way. Neil vaguely recalled reading an article mentioning how widespread the phenomenon was. In any case, he hadn't been neglecting Kate during the time he'd been snagging some quality time with Chloe. Suspiciousness he had been prepared for. But this development reeked. 11

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“You know, those long runs can get pretty boring,” he said. “I can handle it,” she replied. She nuzzled his neck and, reaching down, slipped her hand into his shorts to take hold of his cock. “And when we get back and shower and you're all nice and clean, I'll reward you with a blow job.” His dick had already expanded due to the stroking. At the magic words “blow job,” it swelled to full. “There, see? You're convinced.” Kate giggled and gave him a last few friendly tugs. Then she marched across the room, leaned against the door frame, and gave him a “Well, let's get going!” raise of an eyebrow. Nothing for it, Neil realized. If he came up with more excuses, Kate would know something was going on. He reached for his running shoes. **** Neil briefly considered sprinting ahead when they neared the part of the park where Chloe was supposed to be waiting, so that at least he would have a moment to forewarn her. But so far Kate was keeping up, and he had no foolproof excuse for abandoning her. She was still right beside him as they rounded a copse of trees. And there was Chloe, jogging down the trail they were climbing. She was not alone. Neil quickly hid his surprise. The guy beside Chloe matched the description she'd give of her boyfriend. It had to be him, doing to Chloe just what Kate was doing to Neil. Something like this had been bound to happen sooner or later. Neil managed a wistful glance as Chloe trotted past. 12

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She returned it. They had no chance for anything more than that without drawing the attention of their partners. Then they were headed separate ways. **** Any hope that this might be a passing phase, that Kate might lose interest after a few days, was extinguished by the vigor with which she blew Neil at the end of the run. She wasn't tired; she was inspired. His load poured down her throat, so copious some of it leaked out of her lips and dribbled onto his scrotum. Kate lapped up a drop of it with a lascivious grin. “Let's do this again tomorrow,” she suggested. “Okay,” he answered. With the acceptance that comes right after a fine orgasm, he decided the situation was not so bad, after all. **** Except for one thing. As the month went on and the new let's-jog-together campaigns obstructed further trysts, Neil realized there was something, in addition to outdoor, on-theside sex, that he missed. He wasn't getting enough exercise. He and Kate went out as often as he had on his own, but she ran at a slower pace. He needed more of a challenge to keep his conditioning where he wanted it. He was puzzling what to do one afternoon on his way back from an errand and noticed the racquetball court not a block away from his office. On impulse, he swung a U-turn, stopped by the sporting goods store on the corner, and bought a racquet and a can of 13

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balls. Soon he was on the court, darting back and forth, swinging away with abandon. Yes. This would do. As he paused to wipe his brows, he noticed a cute babe about his age leaning against the chain link, watching him. At the same moment his glance roved up and down her welltoned body, hers roved up and down his. “Want to play a game?” she asked. “Sure,” he said. He wasn't winded, but even if he'd been on the verge of collapse, he would have said yes to someone like her. She strolled onto the court and gave him a vibrant smile. “I'm Trish,” she said. “Neil.” She took up a position beside him, facing the wall, slightly bent over, racquet ready. Something about the easy way she assumed the position, the way she didn't seem to mind him checking out the round curve of her hips, told him she was willing to play other sorts of games, later. Good lord, Neil reflected. If things kept up like this, before the year was over, he was going to be able to qualify for the Olympics.

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