I've been running a few times since the first meeting with "Soccer Mom." Each time she finishes up, she waits by the exit of the track for me, and we chat a little while I weight for my daughter to finish her final lap, or just a quick chat if I am alone.
To me it seems like her pants have gotten even tighter... or she is just trying less to be subtle... and to be honest so am I.
Today she was out as usual, as I finished my last lap. I wasn't quite quite up to my mark the last few days.
"Slipping a little..." she quipped with a slight laugh.
"Yeh," I gasped. Bending over slightly, hands on my knees catching my breath... which put my eyes on direct line with her crotch.
She mentioned the weather, and the heat. I absently gave a "Yeh" in reply. I was just about to stand up fully, when she leaned back against the chain link fence, shifting her leg slightly. "Holy fuck," my brain cried out. Her pussy lips were clearly visible. More than camel toe, these pants left nothing to the imagination. It almost looks like the pants are partially translucent up close.
I sucked in a deep breath and stood up, my cock straining at my own running pants, and feeling like it would burst out.
Soccer Mom no longer tries to be subtle, she looked down at my crotch and smiled.
"Wow... quite the... workout..." she grinned looking at the state I was in. I could feel wetness starting to collect. Her attention making me even harder. She would easily be able to see my cock swelling and getting harder.
I glanced from her face, down her heaving breasts, down to her crotch. "Yeh... they don't hide much do they?"
With that she raised and eyebrow and started to walk past me to go through the gate. As she did she "Accidentally" brushed her hand against my cock. And when I say "Accidentally Brushed" I mean she ran her fingertips from my balls, along the shaft all the way to the tip through my pants.
"I'm sorry," she said in a way that let me know that she was absolutely NOT sorry.
"Don't be," I said, still a little breathless.
She jogged off home with me standing there, painfully hard, rubbing myself through my pants.
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