Okay, so, admission, the idea of this challenge is really hot but the actually balls needed to do it is a bit more than I was expecting (especially no bc!) and it took me a while to get into it. I wasn’t sure if I was going to even have a single post, much less make an honest attempt at getting anything done… but it fell into place this past weekend and things really accelerated from there and this is kinda the first chance I’ve had to start doing some write ups but it has been sooooo worth it.

Here we go!

I was out of town last weekend (not for the eclipse, though that does matter) and I found a local park to go jogging in while I was there. (Jogging in a hotel is absolutely not the same at all!!) It’s a pretty big park very close to downtown that straddles both sides of a river, with lots of nice winding trails into forest that open up onto gaps where you can see the river and downtown buildings as well. Really cool, really pretty. I was wearing my usual jogging yoga pants and sports bra with loose tank, so sexy but nothing wild.

I was like a mile into it when I noticed another jogger keeping pace behind me, most people either pass me or I pass them, so I look over my shoulder. It’s a mid 30s dude, curly brown hair, tall, with that dad bod that screams “I’m muscular under here and know how to use it” vibe. He smiled and I smiled back. And I turned back to my jog.

…then my brain kicked in. Was I actually going to do this challenge? Was I going to commit right here? Yes. Yes I was, said my pussy.

I slowed down and let him catch up, then matched his pace. We said hi, nice day, that kinda crap, but hard to talk a lot when jogging. We did another half mile or so and he asked to stop to take a breather, and drink a little. We stopped and chatted, the usual stuff; I’m from out of town he’s here for the eclipse, wife back the hotel kids asleep, etc etc. I started doing some cool down stretches and he said he appreciated having such nice company for his jog.

Maybe not my sexiest move, pulling my ankle to my ass stretching my quads, but I said “I could be company for a little longer.” He got that look that’s the mix of ‘wait does that mean sex?’ and ‘no way, that’s a trap!’ that older married dudes get a lot. So, I had to do it. Fine.

I looked around, saw we were alone for a second, pulled off my tank and sports bra and slipped my tank back on and handed him the bra. “You got a car?”

He had a car. Thankfully he wasn’t too far from where we’d stopped but the wall back was agonizing, my tits were half exposed the whole time and he had this nervous disbelieving look on his face. I wasn’t sure how much between my legs was sweat or my own juice. Agony. Finally we arrived and he thankfully had a rented a crossover, and basically everything here has tinted windows, so we had some privacy and space.

We got in the back seats and starting making out, I stroked his cock and he rubbed at my pussy, but he said “I don’t have long.” Yeah, dude, no shit. But, fine. I turned around and pulled my pants and panties down and told him to get his cock out. He asked about condoms and I just laughed and stoked his cock.

I guided it into me as I squatted down, pretty good cock but a little narrower than I really liked, and started bouncing on his dick. I had my hand on the headrest of the drivers seat and my head between the front seats so I could see the river through gaps in the trees and it was just awesome. I rubbed my clit and got off pretty fast, and he didn’t last much longer with my ass bouncing on him. He came inside me. I quickly pulled my pants up and turned around and got on my knees, smiled up at him and licked the little cum off the seat that had slipped out of me then licked his cock clean. I took my bra back and slipped it on, telling him we couldn’t leave any evidence.

I got out and left him there. Hope he had a good eclipse! More stories soon (I hope!)