We unexpectedly ran into each other when leaving the house, he had gotten off on a different elevator. I know him from the pool where we sometimes chat. He's around thirty years old, has divine green eyes that shine above his mask, goes to a nearby gym, and is broad-shouldered – Are you going to run? – he asks me.
– Yes, it's my first release from this confinement.
I realize he asked to start a conversation because it's obvious: I'm wearing a wetsuit, athletic shoes...
– My husband stayed with the kids – I clarify, making it seem like I'm alone, with my seductive cat voice.
– If you want, we can run together.
– I love it and I feel safer that way – when I look at him, I put on the face of a needy girl in need of protection – but I'm not an athlete like you. I'll probably get tired before long.
We ran together but separated until we reached the nearby park...
There are already people running. I imitate him as he trots in the same spot to warm up. I'm hot just looking at him.
– See you here in half an hour and when we cross paths. And don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you so nothing happens... but don't leave the circuit we're all doing.
He took off his mask and is even more handsome. He's left a beard that's been growing for a week, which looks great on men.
I've taken off my face mask too, and with my best smile I respond:
– Relax, run at your own pace, and if anything happens to me, I'll find you. Thanks for watching out for me.
It's nice to exercise when you've been cooped up for so long. I do it every day at home, but it's not the same. The feeling of exercising outdoors, with the cool night air on my face, free from masks, is a pleasure. And being with people, realizing they're looking at me and I'm looking back, seeing their faces and feeling alive and feminine.
I trot, stroll, do a fast march. When he passes me, he stops, devours my breasts covered by a tight pink top with his eyes, smiles hungrily at me. I like it, it warms me up especially when I see... musculosa stuck to the torso due to sweat.
– My last turn, if you want we'll go back when I'm done.
– Yes, I'll wait for you where we started.
I'm walking towards where we started running. I wait without stopping to avoid getting cold. Come on, I place my palm on his chest, smile as I notice the beating of his heart. He passes his hand over my back for a moment and says:
– Let's go home.
– O.K- I respond, and we look at each other with happy eyes while putting our masks back on.
We open our jackets like being in the building gives us warmth. Our gazes become complicit. The elevator arrives. We enter together, touching.
– You've sweated from exercising, he says with a hoarse voice.
– Women sweat, it's sexier, and men sweat because it's wilder sex.
I stay looking at him, wanting him to make a move. I realize he needs a push. I place my hand on his chest again, realizing that the parallel mirrors in the elevator reproduce us until infinity.
– Your heart is racing. Do you want to see mine racing too?
I take his hand and put it on my breast. And FINALLY! He lets out a groan, starts rubbing my breasts, and lowers his head to find my mouth.
I press the button for his floor. The doors close. He's gone crazy, devouring me, his hands explore my body anxiously, mine search for his pants, lower them, grab his enormous, hard cock.
– Take me, I order him.
I turn around and take off my underwear and leggings. I lean against the mirror; he kneels to get it in right, I'm so soaked that he does it with one stroke. I hear his vicious gasping and see him disheveled in the mirror. He's at a thousand because he comes in just seconds, which is how long it takes us to reach his floor.
I decide in an instant. I go down with him.
– I want more,
– So do I.
He opens his door; we enter, our pants are around our ankles, it could be funny if we weren't so horny. I pull up my top, wanting him to see and touch my bare breasts, he sucks them. While I take off my pantyhose and thong. I pull his T-shirt, go crazy over his athletic chest, it's shaved, I bite hard on his nipples. I hang from his neck and lift my legs, he grabs me and makes me move towards his cock that remains hard, he doesn't get the point at my entrance, it's a delight the stroll of the quincey through my pussy searching for the treasure cave. He holds me with one hand and with the other puts his cock in the door, I move to stay stuck. And we start again. Fast, strong, I'm kissing, sucking, licking, biting. Now if I come, I cum when he lets me go again. We stand there, embracing.
I have to leave. They're waiting for dinner. – I say giving him a kiss. – Thanks...you always get me very hot when you see me in the pool.
I kiss him again, this time just a little peck, when I'm almost done putting on my clothes. I get out, the elevator is still on the floor, I go up to mine, enter quickly into the bathtub, take a shower, clean myself well. I dry off, put on a black thong, a short cotton blue dress, sandals and go down to my children and husband with dinner prepared.
– Did you have a good time? – asks my husband
– Excellent, I didn't know I could get so hungry for it.
I tell him there were quite a few people running, that I've tried to keep a safe distance, that I got a little tired. My husband notices I'm not wearing a bra, my breasts move under the dress fabric.
– You took a shower. Very good. It's something you have to do when you go out on the street and are near other people–
And besides, I've sweated a lot.
I realize that my husband sees me sweat and smells it like an incitement and his gaze becomes lascivious, and I get turned on again.
We clear the table in a moment, I remember what I did and stretch out, my breasts tighten the dress, and the nipples mark on the fabric. My husband looks at me like a wolf without touching me.
Our daughters went to their room and my Husband tells me... – Undress and get on all fours, because I'm going to make you sweat. You're a wicked one who's been flirting with me all evening.
I obey, slowly, wanting it to get even hotter, and recline against the sofa so my hands are free and I can play with myself while getting fucked...
It's my turn to use the word: pussy, find my button, caress it, plow my sex again. Enjoy my surrender.
– You're my girl... do you know?
– Yes, I'm your girl, your wife, your partner, your kitty... but take me
He leans against me and slowly inserts himself until he's all the way in. He stays still with his cock well lodged...
– You're also my slut, my sexy girl, my slut...
– Yes, I'm your slut...
My fingers search for my clitoris and I start to masturbate while moving back and forth...
It's the start of a long ride. My husband is getting a good, long fuck, and he's very satisfied. I think about my neighbor, who's alone, and it's clear he hasn't had sex in many days, so he came quickly. I move slowly, making my booty move a lot...
My husband says to me: You're such a slut!
– I am... confessing what I did a little while ago.
I decide to mix pleasure and punishment. I whisper, delivered:
– I think a sexy girl like me, who's such a slut, deserves some spankings.
And at the rhythm of his thrusts, I slap my buttocks. I moan with lust. I come with a scream. My husband, with his cock well lodged, stays still, enjoying seeing me come. I'm sweating from the effort and the release of pleasure...
I want more... keep going – I beg in a whisper.
You're such a slut! You like to get fucked!
Now he's stopped hitting me, has me well grabbed by my hips, and his cock is like a drill in my lubricated vagina. I haven't come down from the high and it doesn't cost me to keep going in this period of nirvana that culminates when my husband comes and roars.
You're such a foxy good one!
He pulls out slowly, heading towards the bathroom in our bedroom. I clean myself off. I realize I can... do something more, like a good and feline wife. – My life, don't wash yourself. Let me clean you instead. Without getting up from the bidet, with the stream giving me pleasure in my pussy, I grab his cock
And I lick it well cleaning our flows. I put everything in my mouth and suck it. It has become hard again. I move a little so the water hits my clitoris and helping myself with my hand, I make a blow job, swallowing satisfied.
In bed, naked, embracing, tired, he confesses to me:
– The smell of your sweat excites me.
– Don't you want more sex?... My vixen.
– No, girl, just that you smell good when you sweat. A hot and sexual woman. Like a slut or a sexy girl in heat.
– Yes, it's my first release from this confinement.
I realize he asked to start a conversation because it's obvious: I'm wearing a wetsuit, athletic shoes...
– My husband stayed with the kids – I clarify, making it seem like I'm alone, with my seductive cat voice.
– If you want, we can run together.
– I love it and I feel safer that way – when I look at him, I put on the face of a needy girl in need of protection – but I'm not an athlete like you. I'll probably get tired before long.
We ran together but separated until we reached the nearby park...
There are already people running. I imitate him as he trots in the same spot to warm up. I'm hot just looking at him.
– See you here in half an hour and when we cross paths. And don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you so nothing happens... but don't leave the circuit we're all doing.
He took off his mask and is even more handsome. He's left a beard that's been growing for a week, which looks great on men.
I've taken off my face mask too, and with my best smile I respond:
– Relax, run at your own pace, and if anything happens to me, I'll find you. Thanks for watching out for me.
It's nice to exercise when you've been cooped up for so long. I do it every day at home, but it's not the same. The feeling of exercising outdoors, with the cool night air on my face, free from masks, is a pleasure. And being with people, realizing they're looking at me and I'm looking back, seeing their faces and feeling alive and feminine.
I trot, stroll, do a fast march. When he passes me, he stops, devours my breasts covered by a tight pink top with his eyes, smiles hungrily at me. I like it, it warms me up especially when I see... musculosa stuck to the torso due to sweat.
– My last turn, if you want we'll go back when I'm done.
– Yes, I'll wait for you where we started.
I'm walking towards where we started running. I wait without stopping to avoid getting cold. Come on, I place my palm on his chest, smile as I notice the beating of his heart. He passes his hand over my back for a moment and says:
– Let's go home.
– O.K- I respond, and we look at each other with happy eyes while putting our masks back on.
We open our jackets like being in the building gives us warmth. Our gazes become complicit. The elevator arrives. We enter together, touching.
– You've sweated from exercising, he says with a hoarse voice.
– Women sweat, it's sexier, and men sweat because it's wilder sex.
I stay looking at him, wanting him to make a move. I realize he needs a push. I place my hand on his chest again, realizing that the parallel mirrors in the elevator reproduce us until infinity.
– Your heart is racing. Do you want to see mine racing too?
I take his hand and put it on my breast. And FINALLY! He lets out a groan, starts rubbing my breasts, and lowers his head to find my mouth.
I press the button for his floor. The doors close. He's gone crazy, devouring me, his hands explore my body anxiously, mine search for his pants, lower them, grab his enormous, hard cock.
– Take me, I order him.
I turn around and take off my underwear and leggings. I lean against the mirror; he kneels to get it in right, I'm so soaked that he does it with one stroke. I hear his vicious gasping and see him disheveled in the mirror. He's at a thousand because he comes in just seconds, which is how long it takes us to reach his floor.
I decide in an instant. I go down with him.
– I want more,
– So do I.
He opens his door; we enter, our pants are around our ankles, it could be funny if we weren't so horny. I pull up my top, wanting him to see and touch my bare breasts, he sucks them. While I take off my pantyhose and thong. I pull his T-shirt, go crazy over his athletic chest, it's shaved, I bite hard on his nipples. I hang from his neck and lift my legs, he grabs me and makes me move towards his cock that remains hard, he doesn't get the point at my entrance, it's a delight the stroll of the quincey through my pussy searching for the treasure cave. He holds me with one hand and with the other puts his cock in the door, I move to stay stuck. And we start again. Fast, strong, I'm kissing, sucking, licking, biting. Now if I come, I cum when he lets me go again. We stand there, embracing.
I have to leave. They're waiting for dinner. – I say giving him a kiss. – Thanks...you always get me very hot when you see me in the pool.
I kiss him again, this time just a little peck, when I'm almost done putting on my clothes. I get out, the elevator is still on the floor, I go up to mine, enter quickly into the bathtub, take a shower, clean myself well. I dry off, put on a black thong, a short cotton blue dress, sandals and go down to my children and husband with dinner prepared.
– Did you have a good time? – asks my husband
– Excellent, I didn't know I could get so hungry for it.
I tell him there were quite a few people running, that I've tried to keep a safe distance, that I got a little tired. My husband notices I'm not wearing a bra, my breasts move under the dress fabric.
– You took a shower. Very good. It's something you have to do when you go out on the street and are near other people–
And besides, I've sweated a lot.
I realize that my husband sees me sweat and smells it like an incitement and his gaze becomes lascivious, and I get turned on again.
We clear the table in a moment, I remember what I did and stretch out, my breasts tighten the dress, and the nipples mark on the fabric. My husband looks at me like a wolf without touching me.
Our daughters went to their room and my Husband tells me... – Undress and get on all fours, because I'm going to make you sweat. You're a wicked one who's been flirting with me all evening.
I obey, slowly, wanting it to get even hotter, and recline against the sofa so my hands are free and I can play with myself while getting fucked...
It's my turn to use the word: pussy, find my button, caress it, plow my sex again. Enjoy my surrender.
– You're my girl... do you know?
– Yes, I'm your girl, your wife, your partner, your kitty... but take me
He leans against me and slowly inserts himself until he's all the way in. He stays still with his cock well lodged...
– You're also my slut, my sexy girl, my slut...
– Yes, I'm your slut...
My fingers search for my clitoris and I start to masturbate while moving back and forth...
It's the start of a long ride. My husband is getting a good, long fuck, and he's very satisfied. I think about my neighbor, who's alone, and it's clear he hasn't had sex in many days, so he came quickly. I move slowly, making my booty move a lot...
My husband says to me: You're such a slut!
– I am... confessing what I did a little while ago.
I decide to mix pleasure and punishment. I whisper, delivered:
– I think a sexy girl like me, who's such a slut, deserves some spankings.
And at the rhythm of his thrusts, I slap my buttocks. I moan with lust. I come with a scream. My husband, with his cock well lodged, stays still, enjoying seeing me come. I'm sweating from the effort and the release of pleasure...
I want more... keep going – I beg in a whisper.
You're such a slut! You like to get fucked!
Now he's stopped hitting me, has me well grabbed by my hips, and his cock is like a drill in my lubricated vagina. I haven't come down from the high and it doesn't cost me to keep going in this period of nirvana that culminates when my husband comes and roars.
You're such a foxy good one!
He pulls out slowly, heading towards the bathroom in our bedroom. I clean myself off. I realize I can... do something more, like a good and feline wife. – My life, don't wash yourself. Let me clean you instead. Without getting up from the bidet, with the stream giving me pleasure in my pussy, I grab his cock
And I lick it well cleaning our flows. I put everything in my mouth and suck it. It has become hard again. I move a little so the water hits my clitoris and helping myself with my hand, I make a blow job, swallowing satisfied.In bed, naked, embracing, tired, he confesses to me:
– The smell of your sweat excites me.
– Don't you want more sex?... My vixen.
– No, girl, just that you smell good when you sweat. A hot and sexual woman. Like a slut or a sexy girl in heat.
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