The sun was baking everything not under shade. Some individuals such as myself enjoy feeling baked. In addition to the warmth permeating every part of me, it does wonderful things like tan the skin. No matter what people say, the skin helps get the boys’ attention.
It is because of the boys that I go running so often. Sure, it keeps me fit, but that is not the goal, it is merely a way to achieve my goal. Regular schedules are also helpful. Sunday afternoons, around 3pm, I usually bump into Zach. His optimal pace is faster than mine, so I let him catch up to me. That will probably be him I can hear coming up behind me, closing fast and barely panting.
“Hey, Lisa,” he does not even sound like he is running.
“Feeling excited today, Zach?” I had to slow down for a breath.
“You bet! I can spot my favorite sports-bra a mile away.”
I smirked and let him see the twinkle in my eye. We ran half a mile before the path entered the woods. Not far into the woods, there is a side trail which is barely visible. It leads to my secret hiding place. Zach and I both checked that no one was in sight before darting off the main path, down the loose rock and mud, through some shrubs and across a small clearing where a dilapidated old shack looked ready to crumble.
The door creaks every time I push it. I dare not go inside, but I keep a kneeling pad through the door which I pull out. Hiding behind the shack in case anyone does follow the same trail, I drop the pad and get down on my knees.
Zack was already swinging his cock in circles. “Show me how much you love me.”
We are not a couple. What I love is cock. It went straight in my mouth and I held his balls up to my chin. My tongue got him started. As soon as it showed signs of growing firm I started pumping with my lips. Zach sighs like he is in agony every time I suck his dick. It makes no difference to me as long as he lets me have it.
Guys seem to like my tits.