Sara's morning runs around the neighborhood and through the park were the perfect way to reset her mind and prepare herself for the day ahead, while getting some fresh air and sunlight to compliment her golden tan. She was usually awake earlier than the rest of the neighborhood too, and the quiet peace of the mornings was always a sort of sanctuary. But this morning was a little different, because this morning she had some company.

She noticed him a couple blocks back, stretching out on his lawn and warming up his lean, athletic muscles. He must have just moved into the Chandler’s old house, because Sara definitely would have noticed him before. He gave her a friendly smile as she ran by, and she could practically feel his eyes looking her over as she ran past, no doubt mesmerized by her round, perky ass in those tight shorts, not to mention those ample breasts hugged tightly into her sports bra. The nice thing about men, is that they can be extremely predictable, and sure enough, a few blocks later Sara looked back to see him jogging lightly a little ways behind her.

It wasn’t long before he caught up to her, giving Sara a playful smirk as he called out, “Slowing down already?” As he passed you on the left. This, of course, simply could not go unchecked. Sara's competitive drive had been instilled in her since college, her track and field career ending after graduation, though she still kept up her daily runs in the years after school. As this cocky stranger passed by, Sara gave him a moment to build his lead, letting his confidence grow before taking him down a peg.

Her long legs and steady strides quickly carried her back to him, a playful grin on her face as she passed by and looked back at him, calling back, "Who's the slow one now?" as he huffed along at a steady pace. It wasn't long before he caught back up and kept stride with her, both of them pushing each other a little bit faster at a time. As they approached the park, about a block away, he finally laid the challenge.

"First one to the park wins?" he said between heavy breaths.

"You're on... Readysetgo!" she laughed and quickly took the lead in a dead sprint. The muscles in his thighs and calves stretched and burned as he gave chase, sprinting to catch her with about 500 feet to go. That's where she knew she had him, turning on the jets and coasting past him with relative ease, until she passed the finish line of the park bench with a triumphant raise of her arms.

"Wow...sorry for embarrassing you like that." she chuckled as he jogged slowly across the finish line with a limp, disappointed but still smiling. "You're lucky I started to cramp up." He replied teasingly, sitting down on the grass with his right leg extended, slowly bending it and flexing the muscles to try and relieve the cramp.

"Excuses, excuses," Sara smirked playfully, standing over him and seeing the muscles in his leg twitch and clench. "You're doing that wrong by the way, here." she said as she sat down next to him, her soft hands pressing deep into the muscle tissue and slowly easing the tension away. He let out a soft breath, the welcome relief washing over his sore leg as he sat back on his elbows, relaxing after the tough run. "I take it that I challenged the wrong neighbor? You must be a professional." He smiled as he watched her hands work, the touch and connection inadvertently stirring something in both of them.

"I ran track in college, so I'm basically an Olympian, you know?" Sara smirked back at him, her hands slowing down until they were simply resting on his leg, though she hadn't really noticed the placement. He looked up at her and their eyes met for a long moment, the air around them suddenly feeling heavy and warm. "So...what do I get for winning?" She asked, breaking the silence as a playful grin spread across her lips. His eyes wandered down to her deep cleavage, looking over her fit, toned body in so much tight spandex.

"I guess that's up to you, what do you think a champion like yourself deserves?" His words were dripping with mischief, their eyes locking again with flirty intentions, as she thought it over for a moment, her eyes looking up as she weighed her options. "Well, since you lost and also got a free massage, maybe we start there? My legs are pretty sore too, you know." Sara replied, looking over to a secluded spot under the trees. "Let's find some shade though, it's getting hot."

They strolled over to the shady spot, Sara leading the way as her hips swayed playfully, feeling his eyes watching her ass with every step. She picked out a spot on the grass and slowly laid down on her stomach, her legs kicking up teasingly as he knelt beside her and sized her up. The first touch took her by surprise, his big, thick fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her thighs, massaging slowly along the backs of her legs, gripping and kneading as the tension of her muscles slowly melted away. "How's that feel? Good pressure?" he asked softly, her gentle groans guiding his hands as she relaxed slowly into the grass. "That's perfect, maybe a little lower please. My calves are on fire."

He followed her directions, his hands wrapping around her sore calves, taking her left leg in both hands and spreading his fingers wide, gripping and releasing slowly to warm up those aching muscles. He gave the same treatment to her other leg, watching her reactions to his touch, her breathing slowing down and deepening as he worked his way down to her ankle. He bit his lip as another idea formed in his head. Without a word, he slowly untied her shoe and slipped it off, along with her sock. Sara gasped softly feeling his thumb run firmly along the sole of her foot, pressing firmly into the skin and making her jump a little bit, though she never protested. His hands worked from her heels to her toes, spreading so much relaxation through her tense foot muscles. Sara could feel herself heating up, the tension of his touch sending waves of pleasure through more than just her legs. She closed her eyes and let him work, melting into the sensations until she felt a new one take her by surprise; He massaged her toes slowly, before bringing her foot to his lips and delicately sucking and licking them, a sensation that Sara couldn't help but react to.

"Oh god... Please keep doing that." she moaned deeply, rolling over onto her back to watch him take care of her. The look of lust on his face caused a twinge of desire between her legs, as she watched him untie her other shoe and work his magic with his lips again, sucking and worshiping her delicate foot as she rested her other ankle on his shoulder. The position they were in would certainly be compromising if anyone walked by, but luckily the morning was still early and the trees hid them from view.

"I think there's somewhere else that might need a massage." His low voice emanated from his chest, every word dripping with lust as his fingertips trailed up the sides of her thighs and gently hooked into the waistband of her shorts. She nodded wordlessly, feeling the tight waistband slowly easing lower around her hips and ass, until she felt the warm breeze of the morning on her bare, slick pussy. He took a long moment to admire her, the desire glistening on her lips as her bare bottom half lay on full display for him. He spread her legs gently, taking his time to lick and kiss up her soft thighs, moaning at the taste of salty sweat on her smooth skin. Higher and higher he kissed, every inch closer driving Sara mad with lust, until he reached a spot just two inches to the left of her aching cunt, that curve at the junction of her thighs, so desperately sensitive and tingling with anticipation.

The devilish grin he gave her nearly made her melt, as he took a gentle lick against her skin, followed by another, and another. His tongue hadn't touched her slit yet, but as he devoured that small crease full of nerve endings, she had to cover her mouth to avoid screaming. He licked and sucked that sensitive spot, an agonizing tease that left Sara trembling and clenching her thighs together, almost forcing his head out while she gripped his hair tightly. "Fuck, please...I need your tongue right now." She gasped urgently, looking down into his eyes as he finally, mercifully, centered his jaw with her dripping sex, laying his tongue flat for a long, slow drag across her trembling lips, finally bringing her the pure pleasure she ached for. Her hips bucked involuntarily, needing to be devoured as he dutifully obliged.

His tongue swirled and lapped hungrily, soaking up her slick wetness and reveling in her taste, a slight hint of sweat mixing with her arousal and intoxicating him with every lick. His tongue worked slowly and methodically, taking care of every inch of her before finally reaching her swollen clit. Sara's eyes were glued to him, watching him work his mind-melting magic until his lips formed a tight seal around her trembling clit, sucking firmly and making her eyes bulge and roll back into her skull. Her jaw dropped in ecstasy, the intense pleasure overwhelming her entire body as his tongue flicked quickly over that most sensitive point of flesh, her hips grinding deeper against his jaw as he drove her to the brink of ecstasy.

Sara's soft moans grew shaky and rabid, the desperation in her voice becoming clearer as she approached the crest of her climax. "Don't fucking stop, God I'm so close. F-fuck you're so good at that..." The words spilled from her lips uncontrollably, his tongue and lips only licking and sucking deeper, knowing she was about to erupt. He reached one hand up to cover her mouth, making her eyes go wide as he delivered the final licks that sent her over the edge. Sara's hips rose off the grass, smothering her dripping, quivering cunt onto his lips as he rode out the orgasm with her, holding her body still and letting the waves of pleasure rock every inch of her body.

He lapped and devoured her through the aftershocks, her trembling body slowly returning to earth after such a shattering, unexpected climax. Sara kissed his fingers as she slowly peeled his hand from her mouth, looking down into his eyes and smiling shakily. "Looks like all those track meets finally paid off." She laughed, sitting up as he sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth clean.

"Everyone gets lucky sometimes, we'll see who wins the next race." He laughed softly, watching her peel her shorts back up over her round ass. Sara briefly wanted more, but saw him stand up and hand her her shoes and socks. "Same time tomorrow morning?" He asked, reaching down to help her up to her feet, steadying her as she stood on weak legs while the feeling slowly returned to her muscles.

"Only if you're ready to lose again." She grinned up at him, planting a kiss on his cheek before slowly sauntering away. Her head was swimming, so many thoughts and feelings swirling all at once, and when she turned back he was already jogging up the block back home. Sara watched until he disappeared around the corner, slumping down on a park bench to catch her breath a little longer.

"What was his name again?" Sara laughed to herself, making a mental note to ask him tomorrow morning.