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Solo Running Made Me Horny.

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This is what happens when you're a young fit runner, out on the hills alone and the sun shines down and you start to feel horny.


I have been a runner all my life. Sometimes running alone in a beautiful place can become a very erotic experience. Let me explain. Imagine the sun is shining and you're running easily over the hills wearing just a vest and shorts. The trail is empty and you're overwhelmed by the beauty of the landscape. All the cares of everyday life seem a long way away and there's only you and the glorious landscape. Your penis is bouncing inside your shorts to the rhythm of running, After an effort you reach the summit of a lonely hill and you pause to enjoy the view. The erotic charge of the moment flows into your cock which begins to swell. You pull your cock out from your shorts and feel the warmth of the sun on your growing dick. Lazily you pull at it and massage it with tenderness til it is erect and hard. Then you find a comfortable place to lie down and you strip naked to feel the heat all over your aroused body. You are now unavoidably on a road which can only lead to one thing, a full wank til you reach a climax and your white, sticky cum spurts over the ground. You relax and enjoy the moment. Then you start the descent running down the hill with joyful abandon. I have wanked on the top of many a hill all alone, but I have also had encounters with others. Lovers may also be overcome by the beauty of nature and their affection for each other, and, thinking they are alone, they begin to undress each other. They haven't been expecting that a runner might also be passing this beauty spot. On one summer's day I came across two lovers who were nearly naked, fucking on a grassy bank. I saw them, but they didn't see me, being to preoccupied with themselves. Feeling just a little guilty about watching them, I hid myself and wanked while following their every move.  I came long before they had finished and continued on my run while they continued their love making - never knowing that they had been spied upon. On another occasion I was approaching a lonely car park where visitors would park before taking a country stroll. On one occasion, I noticed that, in the only car in the car park, I could see a white ass rising and falling. Then I saw a pair of female legs appear. A few minutes later the woman positioned herself above the guy and I could see clearly her breasts bouncing as she fucked the lucky man beneath her and out of my sight. I pulled out my already rock hard cock and very quickly I wanked myself hard while watching the rise and fall of the woman's breasts. My cum soon erupted onto the ground and I was able to relax and go on my way. But the most erotic experience I had as a runner was when I was not alone. I was training with a female runner, someone I had known for a long time. We always joked together and enjoyed each other's company, but I had never run with her alone before. Normally we would be training with a larger group. She was fit, but not someone I had been sexually attracted to, perhaps because I noticed that she didn't shave her legs and her breasts were small. On this day we ran for several miles in countryside where few people go. It was rocky terrain and quite difficult. We were chatting about our partners and she began to tell me quite personal details about her love life. She said that she rarely had an orgasm with her husband and that he didn't want to do things like masturbating together which she had fantasies about. We were running up a steep slope and we were both breathing heavily. I was a few paces ahead of her. She called to me to stop because she needed a rest. So she flopped against a large rock to recover her breath. Like me she was only wearing flimsy shorts and a vest. I could see her nipples were erect under her vest and that she was not wearing a bra. Then she said, 'When you're out running, do you ever stop to have a wank?' Well, I've told you, dear reader, enough for you to realise that I couldn't deny that I did indeed like to have a wank when out training. I stammered a response that was less than a full confession, 'Well, sometimes. I admit I do' 'What about now?' she said with a smile, and without waiting for an answer she pulled me close to her and put her hands down my shorts where she commenced squeezing and pulling on my cock. Needless to say, it soon began to rise to the occasion. She put her other hand down her own shorts and began to massage herself. 'These are getting in the way,' she declared, pulling at my shorts, 'Take them off!' As I lowered my shorts to allow my hard cock to spring upwards, she took off her shorts in one quick movement. I saw that, not only were her legs unshaved, but her bush was also neither trimmed nor shaved. what I saw was the most prolific spread of pubic hair that I had ever witnessed. It went from one hip bone across her flat stomach to the other, it crept up to her belly button in a long trail, and down her legs in a profusion a black curly hairs. She ignored my stares and plunged her hand deep into her bush to find her cleft that was clearly demanding attention. I could hear the sound of her wetness oozing between her fingers as she pushed her fingers into her cunt and I could see the pink flesh of her labia and clit between the pubic hairs. She rubbed herself hard and fast, while pulling on one of her nipples. She ripped off her vest so that she could pull harder on each nipple in turn. I saw that although her breasts were small (as is common with very fit female athletes) her nipples were dark, hard, long and very sexy. I was getting more and more horny, so I began to wank myself while watching her. We were next to each other leaning on the rock. Our breathing was becoming laboured as if we were running side by side. Then she pushed my hand away and grasped my cock. She began to masturbate me with a fast flicking action which brought me to a climax very quickly. 'OK, that's you done. Now me.' I stood to face her while her fingers became a blur as they rapidly moved against her clit, like a Spanish flamenco guitar player, strumming his guitar during a fast passage. I squeezed her nipples between my fingers and then bent down to suck on the long shaft of her sexy nips. This seemed to tip her over the edge because she let out her cry and doubled over, as if felled by the force of her orgasm. Once it was over we were both breathing heavily and a bit embarrassed about what had just happened. 'Time we got back,' she said, 'my husband will be expecting me'. So we set off and ran the remaining five miles in silence. The image of her rubbing her clit through her hairy bush stayed in the forefront of mind.  I have run with her many time since that occasion, but we have never again run alone. I sometimes wonder, if like me, when she's wanking at home, or on a run, she remembers that time on the rocky hillside when we wanked together. I think she probably does!    

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