Taking In It Stride
“I can’t go another step,” Brenda DePaul moaned as she jogged along the gravel path.
“C’mon, Mrs. DePaul,” her running companion, 18 year old Jared Cashman, encouraged as he ran alongside her. “Just one more mile to go. You can do it.”
“That’s easy for you to say, Jared,” Brenda whined, but her son’s best friend did inspire her enough to keep going. Brenda was determined to win the over-40 category in this weekend’s 10K run. Jared was such a good kid, she thought as she sucked it up to finish the final mile of today’s training. He had been an enormous help in helping her son Don get through the divorce a few years earlier and Brenda was grateful for that. Being a single mom to a teen aged boy could have been a lot more problematic but Jared always seemed to be there and kept Don on the right path. When Don said he was going to enlist in the Army a few months ago after graduation, Jared helped convince her she had to let her son do what he felt he needed to do.
Brenda felt great for forty-three and her self esteem was validated a few minutes later as she and Jared finished the run and a group of workmen whistled appreciatively as the well built good looking woman in a white tank top and black silk running shorts trotted past them. Jared laughed at the cat calls, “Way to go, Mrs. D.! It looks like you’re not the only one out of breath around here.”
The woman and young man slowed down to a brisk walk as they headed toward the parking lot. Jared, always the gentleman, escorted her to her car and opened the door for her to get in. “That race is going to be a piece of cake Mrs. D.,” he said with a smile on his handsome face, “You’ve been working hard for it. See you tonight at the gym.”
“Jeez, Jared, don’t you ever give a gal a break?” Brenda giggled in response. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there at eight as usual.” Jared closed the door and waved goodbye as she started her car and he walked away toward his.
That night at the gym, Jared and Brenda worked on her legs and by the end of the workout the middle aged woman was exhausted. If it wasn’t for Jared’s motivational technique, she would have given up on the crazy idea of competing in, and even winning the upcoming race. Other than two thirty-something guys finishing a game of hand ball; Jared and Brenda were the last customers of the night. The hand ball players headed for the men’s locker room followed a few moments later by Jared while Brenda crossed the floor to the women’s locker room door.
The former housewife peeled off her tank top and sports bra and tucked them in her duffle bag, followed by her sneakers and socks and then her shorts and panties. Brenda grabbed a towel and soap and entered the shower room. The hot water felt good on her aching body. Being careful not to get her hair wet Brenda lathered up her curvaceous yet well toned body. She thought about the group of workmen who had whistled at her that afternoon and as her mind drifted her hands caressed and fondled her firm soft breasts
One of Brenda’s soapy hands made its way down over her smooth tummy and between her thighs. Her thick patch of pubic hair was matted with water and lather and she took the bar of soap and rubbed even more over her mound and vaginal lips. Then she moved her hand behind her and cleansed the crease between her shapely round buttocks with the soap.
Suddenly while Brenda was rinsing off she thought she caught a glimpse of a face peeking around the corner of the shower room entrance. She brushed dripping water from her forehead and looked again, but no one was there. Grabbing her towel, she dried herself and then wrapped it around her nude body before stepping back into the locker room.
Stepping into a pair of sandals and pulling a lime green tee shirt over her head Brenda suddenly said, “Damn it!”, when she realized she hadn’t brought along fresh panties. She pulled her short white wrap-around skirt on and fastened it, picked up her bag and left the locker room.
Jared was waiting by the front door of the gym to walk her to her car. “You did good tonight, Mrs. D.” he complimented, “You looked terrific.”
Suddenly Brenda realized that it had been Jared’s face she had seen through the steamy mist peeking at her in the shower room. “Jared, can I ask you something?” she said softly to the young man.
“Sure, Mrs. D.,” he replied.
“Jared,” she began hesitantly, “Were you peeking at me while I was in the shower tonight?”
“What?” Jared blurted out. “No, Mrs. D., I wouldn’t… uh, why would you think that?”
He was obviously lying to her, Brenda surmised from his nervous demeanor. “Jared,” she said with just a hint of sternness in her voice, “I saw you peeking.” She waited and let her accusation set in.
“Oh, Mrs. D.,” the young man exclaimed, “I’m sorry… I couldn’t help it. There weren’t any other people around after those two guys left and I just kind of wandered into the ladies locker room…”
“What would Don think,” Brenda asked the embarrassed teenager, “If he knew my sons best friend was sneaking peeks at his mother in the nude?”
“You’re not going to tell him are you Mrs. D.?” Jared asked with shame in his voice.
“No, Jared,” she replied, “I won’t tell Don. It will be our little secret.” Relief washed across the young man’s face. “Actually, I’m a bit flattered that you’d go to all that trouble just to see me naked.”
“I’m really sorry, Mrs. D.,” Jared apologized again.”
“Okay, Jared,” she answered, “Apology accepted. So, what did you think when you watched me shower?”
The frank question caught Jared by surprise. “Um, well, I guess I was just enjoying it.”
“Is that the first time you pulled a stunt like that?” Brenda inquired further.
“Uh, well, Don and I used to peek in the girls locker room junior year but they were just girls our age…”
“So, that was the first time you saw a woman my age naked?”
“Yeah, I guess it was come to think of it,” he answered, “Except for the movies.”
“You know what I was thinking about in the shower, Jared?” Brenda asked rhetorically. “I was thinking about those guys that whistling at me this afternoon when we were out running. It was kind of exciting.”
Jared listened without comment. “Walk me to my car, please,” Brenda instructed. They went around the corner to the gym parking lot. Theirs were the only cars left in it. Jared opened her door and the interior light came on. As Brenda slid into the driver’s seat, it illuminated her as her short skirt rode up over her thighs to give the young man a quick glimpse of her pubic bush. Before Jared could close the door behind her, Brenda told him to get in, too.
Her son’s friend complied and climbed in the other side. “Jared, did it make you horny when you watched me showering?” she asked him matter-of-factly.
“Well, yeah, Mrs. D.,” he replied blushingly, “I may be young and dumb but you’re…,” he paused briefly, “Well, you’re pretty hot!”
Brenda laughed aloud. “Why, thank you, Jared,” she giggled, “It does an old broad good to hear that from a young guy such as you. Listen,” she went on, “We’ve been spending a lot of time together since you’ve been helping me train for the race. I certainly didn’t mean to get your hormones in an uproar.” The young man squirmed almost imperceptibly in his seat. “You’re horny right now, aren’t you?”
Jared didn’t reply. “I can’t have sex with you Jared, as much as the idea of that is kind of exciting, what with you being my sons best friend and all.” She hesitated and then added, “But, I think there is something I could do…” Jared looked silently at her. “Slip out of your jeans,” Brenda instructed him.
The teenager waited a moment and then hitched himself up in the seat and slid his jeans and shorts down to his ankles. Brenda almost gasped as she saw his huge throbbing erection protruding forth from his crotch. She reached for it with one hand and her feathery finger tips teased and caressed the enormous shaft with its thick spongy head.
Jared moaned when the older woman wrapped her fingers around the base of his aching shaft and began stroking it in her fist. “My goodness,” Brenda said softly, “I had no idea you were so big.” Jared’s breath came in short gasps as she massaged his pulsing cock. “You must need it so bad,” she cooed as she jacked off the horny young man.”
“Oh, Mrs. D.,” Jared groaned, “That feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
“It’s okay baby,” Brenda soothed him, “I won’t stop until you cum. You want to cum so bad, don’t you? Can you still see me naked in the shower with my nice big titties all soaped up and my hand rubbing lather all over my pussy?”
Suddenly, Jared’s entire body contracted and he expelled a tremendous grunt. Brenda pumped his tortured cock faster and faster and it swelled even thicker in her rapidly stroking hand. Jared came loudly and explosively, thick gushers of frothy cream squirted out of the tip of his convulsing cock splattering against the windshield and dashboard of Brenda’s car and coating her pumping fist with a hot juicy glaze of semen. When the young man’s orgasmic contractions subsided Brenda squeezed the base of his still turgid prick causing a little drizzle of cum to drool forth. She flicked the head of Jared’s cock with her thumb, smearing the gooey stuff all over the spongy tip.
Jared pulled his shorts and jeans back up over his legs and hips and buckled them. “It’s my turn now, sweetie,” Brenda said huskily, “Reach your hand under my skirt and see if you can make me feel as good as I did you.” And, he did.
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