The Runner

He had been running past her garden now for the last three weeks. She would not normally take any notice of runners, but he seemed different. The river with its bank grassed is often used by runners as they thud along in their effort to get fit. He, however, glides by. His upper body smooth and almost still of movement, his arms naturally in rhythm with his legs. His powerful thighs lifting parallel to the ground and then his leg extends to smoothly propel him forward.?Goodness,? she asked herself, ?How do I know his stride so well??Three weeks of watching and focus was the answer, but she did not admit it.Was it really those strong and muscular thighs, the sway the shorts rode up with each stride, or the thought of what was hidden under them? Was he strong and firm all over, like the muscular body she could see as he ran past??Stop it,? she chastised herself, "that is getting dirty."But why casino siteleri was she out in her garden each day this week, even though he only ran on alternate days? Weeding little and often was her excuse. Today was a run day and she was there in her tee-shirt and shorts waiting, hoe in hand as if she was weeding.Down the path, she saw him coming smooth and strong, not pounding just gliding. He got near to her garden, which was close to the turn he made into the woods before the climb up the hill. It was then she remembered his bottom. His pert glutes presented themselves to her as he would turn.They seemed to wink at her as if to say, ?Look at this nice bottom.?Often she would look as he turned and ran into the woods, but this time, he came close, as close as usual, then suddenly, he stopped.?Have you given up for today?? she shouted over to him.She did not why she güvenilir casino made this outburst, but she was glad she did. He turned, looked at her, and smiled a wonderful warm smile.?No, I have just broken one of my laces,? he replied.Then standing on his left foot he lifted his right thigh to parallel straighten his leg out and turned his foot towards her to show the broken lace.?Wow that takes some strength,? she thought to herself.Then quick as a flash she said, ?I have some spare laces, may I help??His smile grew wider and his eyes shone, as he replied, ?That would be very kind of you. Thank you. May I come in??He was not the tallest of men, just an inch or two taller than her, but his physique was gorgeous and his face quite handsome.?May I come in?? had a different meaning in Martine's mind.She opened the small gate at the back of her back garden and let him canlı casino in. All of a sudden, she could feel a tingling and a little damp between her legs and wanted to let him in there.?Hello, I am Martine,? as she held out her hand to him.He took her hand gently yet firmly, ?Hi Martine, I am Alex.?Alex followed Martine into the kitchen where she searched for the laces. She did all she could to show off her slim tight body. Bending over in front of him and letting her short shorts ride up between her buttocks, almost showing her labia. She found them and turned around close to him taking in a deep breath and holding out her pert breasts as if to say grab me. Alex took the laces and stooped down right in front of her as he fitted the new laces and tied his running shoe."Think of ways to keep him," and she asked if he would like a drink.He smiled but refused, telling her he needed to keep running to get his rhythm going. She wanted his rhythm going but in a different way. Then off he went after thanking her with a lingering handshake. Bouncing down her path he jumped over her fence as she stood at her window watching his glutes work hard as he ran.