| return to Softer Things Even at five thirty in the morning, the humidity hung heavily in the dark morning air. It would be less than half and hour before sunlight began to light the eastern sky, but the reflective vest he wore would keep early risers from running him over on the road. He sat the coffee cup and house key beside the garden hose caddy in a shallow attempt at hiding each from anyone who might come looking or nosing around. He clicked the chronograph on to let it begin recording as he took his first steps to begin running the route he had chosen for the morning. Almost immediately, his mind began its usual random jog through disconnected thoughts. Never, no. No woman has ever touched my cock like she did. I can still see her and feel her. She knelt beside me on the bed, her mouth and lips and tongue playing over the tip of my cock, her right hand holding me, stroking me. It was the feel of her hand that surprised me. No one had ever stroked my cock like that, even me, no one had ever stroked it and made it feel that good. How did she do it? It was something of a long, twisting stroke. She kept her hand wet. I watched her lick her hand several times. Her hand would move up and down the total length of my cock and as her hand left the tip her tongue and mouth would re-take the tip and the head. He turned a corner and began a careful run up the first hill on the course. He heard the car coming in the dark long before he could see it. The car made the turn and he watched it, ready to step off the road at the first hint the driver didn’t see him. The car’s headlight hung along the side of the road then suddenly moved over into the center of the road. The reflective vest did it’s job, he thought. I kept thinking I should stop her and turn her onto her back or invite her to get on top of me and take me inside her, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t bear to do anything that would require her to stop. Her mouth, her tongue, her hand – my cock needed them all, I needed them all. I watched and felt her head bob up and down on me. I watched and realized her right hand had become tired and she used her left for a moment. I watched and felt all it. And I felt my cock throb. I felt the head thicken even more in her mouth. His body usually accepted that he was running and was not going to stop somewhere around the twelve minute mark into each run. He let his stride quicken and pushed into another hill as he passed the community pool. The lanes were still set-up from the swim meet the night before, but he hardly noticed. I was beginning to cum and I told her. She looked up from my cock and smiled at me without stopping her magic stroke. Where, I asked her. In my mouth, she told me, and moved back to run her tongue over the tip, licking the slit swollen wide and open. She moved her body to position herself between my legs, squatting there, still sucking and licking and stroking me. The cum inside me was insistent. I knew I couldn’t hold it much longer. The dog that never barked watched him as he turned into the backside of the loop on this route. He was noticing nothing now, lost in thought, away from his body as it churned over the course, dodging pot holes on automatic pilot. The first blast of my cum she took in her mouth. Her eyes came up to smile into mine, to watch me, I realized. Her hand stroked me under her mouth, pulling my cum from me, I think. She took my cock from her mouth and leaned back to watch as she milked drops of cum from me, letting it run down my cock, over her hand, onto my balls, my pubic hair, and my thighs. He turned into the last leg of the run at near race pace. His posture was erect, his legs working under him, carrying him, his arms relaxed and low. She looked at me, smiling, and released my cock to bring her hand to her mouth to lick the cum left there. She only smiled, her face wet with her saliva and my essence. I could think of nothing to say, nor could I have said it. She slowly moved up my body, coming to kiss me, I knew, to let me taste myself on her lips and face. She knew I never had. I kissed her, my cum covering her lips, a drop still hanging on her cheek. Her tongue snaked into my mouth as she settled into my arm to lie beside me. I pulled her close and held her as her hand drifted back to my cock to hold it, to feel it softening. Neither of us spoke. Neither of us felt the need. The run was finished. The sun was up. Another day was underway. He checked the time on the stopped chronograph and made a mental note. I wonder if she’s awake yet, he asked himself.
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