This scene was written for another reddit-or. Enjoy, darling.

I have this fantasy. I’m running a 5k race in a stadium. There’s this woman, you, in a floral maxi dress, rooting for me. When I win, you look so excited. My heart is going a mile an hour, chest rising and falling. It’s summer, so I’m soaked with sweat and my shirt is sticking to my torso. I did well. I won.

I close my eyes to turn my focus inward for a moment. When I open them again, I’m being congratulated. Hand shaking, shoulder clapping. I’m still breathing through my nose, hands on my hips. I glance over at you on the sidelines. You look so happy. My gaze drops to your cleavage. Soft, big tits being pushed together… God, I’m pumped and hot and horny.

When I come closer you tell me that I’m the best, that I beat all competition. My heart hammers against the inside of my chest. I say, “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

I grab your hand and pull you through the people standing on the sidelines, down the corridor to the changing rooms. But further. To the back. It’s cooler here, in the shadows.

Your heels go click click click until I grab your hand and pin you to the stone wall. Far away from everywhere but still close enough for someone to see. I strip off my wet shirt over my head and then…lips clash. Hard and fast. An urgent meeting of lips. I just need to fuck right now. You seem surprised but go with it. One hand down between your legs, dress aside, fingers slipping in…testing. Yeah, you’re ready. Got all worked up over watching me. Like I thought. Dirty, little girl.

Panties down, I lift you. Your nails dig into my shoulders, thighs pressed against my sides. Don’t worry, darling, I got you… I watch your lips part and eyes roll back when I enter your slick little pussy. “OhmyGod,” you mutter, hands gripping the sides of my neck. There we go…I let you sink onto my cock, stretch you out. You’re my prize, baby. My prize for winning this race.

We fuck against the wall, nails digging into my slick skin, boobs bouncing inside your dress. I have to take the edge off and this is the way to do it. A deep hard fuck. Lips against your ear, moaning, grunting, breath short. I don’t care that this won’t last long. My hands under your thighs, forehead to forehead, puffing out: “I’m gonna come.“ When I come, your legs shake on either side of me. Oh? “You like that, didn’t you darling? Being bred…” I rasp against your ear, making you cry out. The sound echoes down the corridor.

And then I let you down, filled with my load, and lead you to the changing rooms. Your heels go click click click again. The boys don’t mind that you join us in there. Everyone is done showering but me. You watch the guys around me until I strip off my clothes. From the way you shift, I can tell that my load is running down your inner thigh. All that fertile sperm chasing down your eggs already.

Naked, I hit the shower. You watch me while the boys leave. Shameless. Arms crossed, leaning against the wall while I lather up with soap. Putting on a little show. Until everyone is gone and I’ve finished. And I’m hard again.

I towel off, teasing and playful after my win, and then I move you to the benches where we put our sports bags. There, I turn you around, knees on it, dress up again. Fuck you again, from behind, hitting your cervix every time, hands on your bouncing boobs, until I come again. Fill up that creamy pussy for a second time.

And then we go to dinner, with some mutual friends. You have to go to the bathroom because there’s still come dripping down your thighs. It’s a problem. No panties…easy access for me, but a nuisance for you. At dinner, we sit opposite each other. Everyone has a good time, congratulating me, saying how good it was that at least one of them had time to cheer me on. You and I, we exchange knowing glances. No one knows. No one will ever know. Until that belly starts to grow…