Initially, I started running for fun, drawn to my neighborhood's well-paved streets and flat terrain, ideal for a novice runner. After equipping myself with a 5k run app and a pair of quality Hoka shoes, I quickly fell into a comfortable rhythm and began to enjoy my nightly runs. It wasn't long before I realized I wasn't alone; around the same time each evening, I'd often see another jogger across the street. She was from my building, a single mom, fit, and strikingly beautiful. Our interactions had been brief in the past, limited to exchanges in the garage and the occasional help with her groceries.

Feeling a pull of attraction and curiosity, I decided to align my running schedule with hers – after all, you never know unless you try, right?

The following Monday, I stepped into the elevator, and as if on cue, it stopped on her floor. In she walked, ready for her run. We exchanged pleasantries and even shared a light-hearted joke about being the only two tenants capable of outrunning zombies in an apocalypse. I couldn't help but take a moment to admire her: her red hair and freckled face complemented her green eyes, and her athletic physique radiated youth and vitality. As the elevator doors opened, she set off at a pace that I easily matched. Was she going easy on me, I wondered?

During our run, she opened up about her life, her child, and the pressures of her job. I listened attentively, offering input only when necessary, and avoided filling our conversation with empty platitudes. Gradually, our talk turned to light-hearted teasing about our pace. We began to push each other, increasing our speed. She tried to hide her heavy breathing, but I could tell she was exerting herself. Unexpectedly, she challenged me to a sprint. After running for the better part of an hour, I agreed, focusing all my energy on the race. At her countdown, we took off. For a while, we were neck and neck, but she eventually started to fall behind. As I reached the lobby of our complex, I looked back to see her stopped and hunched over, clearly in pain.

I quickly doubled back to her. She had a pained expression, clutching her thigh. Realizing she was struggling to massage it, I stepped in, gently pressing up from her calf to her tight left thigh, causing her to grunt in surprise.

I continued the massage for a few minutes, easing her discomfort. Supporting her, I carried her to the lobby, realizing, “I don’t even know your name.” Looking up from her sweat-covered body, she gasped, “Darcy.”

“I’m going to take you to my place to properly massage that thigh, Darcy. I’m not taking no for an answer,” I said firmly.

Her cheeks flushed as I carried her into the elevator. She texted her neighbor, who was watching her daughter, requesting a bit more time. The neighbor quickly responded with a “K.” Once in my apartment, I laid Darcy on my bed and provided her with towels for privacy, instructing her to remove her bottoms for the Voltaren cream application. I left to fetch some water and returned minutes later.

To my surprise, she was lying on her stomach, modestly covered by towels. Maintaining a professional demeanor, I, shirtless but still in shorts, began to methodically massage her hips, working my way up and down. Her reactions fluctuated between grunts and exclamations of relief. After several minutes, I asked her to turn over so I could massage the front of her legs. She hesitated briefly before agreeing, “Uhmm, we’re both adults, right?”

I nodded.

What she did next really took me by surprise, I hadn’t clued in she was completely naked under the towels as her head was pointing towards the bottom of the bed and the towels molded to her sweaty body. But There was Darcy, completely naked on my bed, her eyes closed, ready for the rest of her massage. My eyes stopped on her beautiful pussy, a light peach fuzz on her mons but the rest completely smooth down to her labia.

I bent over her and continued my attentive job but it was hard to focus as her body was subtly gyrating at times, “You know what, I’m a grown up too” I thought to myself, as I worked her inner thighs I saw that her grunts were much more obvious as my hands pressed on her inner thighs it hadn’t dawned on me that my semi erect cock had slipped out of my shorts and pointed towards her face while I massaged her, my concentration completely absorbed by the act.

“Uhmmm … what’s this?” She said as I looked down at the sight of my cock hovering a few centimetres from her face. “Ignore it Darcy, let’s both be adults here” I said with a smirk, she giggled in response and to my surprise gently tapped it causing my dick to almost instantly harden “Well I feel like kidding around…” She said teasingly.

“So do I” I said, moving my hand down and pushing the tip into her mouth that opened all too willingly.

We stayed in this position for a few minutes, my hand now running up her soaked pussy lips and her mouth around my cock but it wasn’t long before I grabbed her by the waist and laid her on my pillow grabbing her cunt with my mouth and eating her out to the symphony of her load moans. I really put in the time to make sure that suckling her cunt just right “Not too rough, not too rough” she said a few times making sure I slow down my pace, she eventually grabbed one of my pillows and bit into it “ Hhhoooooooohhhh” her orgasm making her hips tilt up.

I let go and put her legs around my shoulders “Ready Darcy?” As I unwrapped a condom, she put her hand on mine, “You’ve been a good boy, if you’re clean we can do it raw …”

She didn’t have to ask me twice, I plunged into her and bottomed out making her eyes open up with a stunned expression as she moaned to the moon. I pounded her for half an hour in that position, our mouths sealed to each other until she turned around for me to prone bone her. “ Go ahead babe, I’m on birth control she said between breathes” and after a few pumps I climaxed hard inside her beautiful cunt.

I waited for every last drop to exit my body before I fell to her side, her thirst unquenched her mouth licked my belly and cock to make sure she hadn’t missed a single drop.

She got up with a smile and got dressed, “ We should do this again”

I looked at her with a grin “Next time don’t fake a cramp, just knock on the door”