Personal Best (Part 5)

Mildly erotic

The next day, Sunday, I met Sam in the park as she did her hour-long run. She was about halfway through it when I joined her. She noticed my new shoes straight away.

 

“They’re a bit fancy aren’t they, Old Man?” she observed, “You hoping to be able to keep up with me in them?” she laughed.

 

“I thought they may help.” I replied.

 

“Did you get them from our favourite shoe shop?” she enquired.

 

“I did.” I replied.

 

“Did you see the gorgeous Alice?” she asked.

 

“I did.” I replied.

 

“And did you see up her skirt again this time?” she giggled, “Did you see her knickers?”

 

“I did.” I replied.

 

“Lucky you!” Sam smiled, “I can see I’ve got some competition!”

 

Fortunately Sam didn’t pursue the topic any further. For my part I thought it best not to tell her what else I’d seen, or indeed, what we’d done.

 

As I jogged alongside Sam I couldn’t help but appreciate how stunningly beautiful she was. Sure, Alice and Katya were amazingly attractive girls, and I’d been delighted – and extremely lucky - to see as much of them as I had. But there was something innately alluring about Sam. My mind drifted back to the staff room at the shoe shop, only this time I imagined I was in there alone with Sam. She was wearing the bra and panties that I’d glimpsed her in at the sports shop when she’d been trying on new clothes. She smiled at me enigmatically and slowly pulled her panties down to her knees just as Alice and Katya had done. Alice had been right, Sam didn’t seem at all abashed that her pussy was totally exposed. I stepped forward and stroked it.

 

“Penny for them?” Sam said, bringing me back from my reverie with a jolt.

 

“Sorry?” I said, “I was miles away.”

 

“I know you were. I’ve been chatting to you for five minutes but you were in a world of your own. What were you thinking about Old Man?”

 

I dare not tell her the truth – that I’d been thinking about stroking her naked pussy – so instead I explained my detachment.

 

“I often get like that when I’m running.” I explained, “I sometimes switch off completely. There were times when I was running a lot that I’d get home from a twenty-mile run and not remember anything about it. My mind would just be a blank. It’s not a bad trait to have for distance running. You should try it. So don’t take it personally; I wasn’t ignoring you on purpose.”

 

“I believe you. Although somehow I think your mind may have been back at the shoe shop.” she teased.

 

If only she knew! The other thing about Sam was that just being with her caused me to stiffen. Obviously thinking about her bare pussy had given me a full-on erection. Fortunately I’d learnt to wear baggy jogging bottoms in her company to hide the inevitable bulge. Even so, running with a stiffy most of the time was rather uncomfortable. I wondered if ‘runner’s penis’ was an actual medical condition like ‘jogger’s nipple’?

 

To get my mind focussed back on Sam’s training I went through what I expected of her in the coming week.

 

“Next week is the last week of Phase Two of your training,” I stated, “It’s the last week of your speed work.”

 

“I’ve enjoyed this second phase.” Sam smiled, “No wobbles so far. And I feel as if I’m making progress.”

 

“I’d like you to do a twenty-five-minute steady recovery run on the road tomorrow. On Tuesday do twenty-minutes faster, again on the road. On Wednesday we’ll go to your favourite hill again (Sam groaned at this point!). Thursday do your regular gym session. Friday, a day of rest. Saturday twenty-minutes faster on the road again. Then Sunday back here in the park for another hour steady run. All clear?”

 

“All clear Old Man.” she confirmed, "I'm looking forward to it - mostly."

 

We finished our jog, did some stretches together, then went our separate ways. I didn’t see Sam again until Wednesday when I picked her up and took her to her favourite hill.

 

“What have you got planned for me today Old Man?” she asked, “A naked romp in the woods?” she teased.

“I wish!” I replied, “Nothing as exciting as that. Today you’re going to do some hill repetitions. That means you’ll be going up and down your favourite hill several times.”

 

“Seriously? I can’t wait!” Sam responded sarcastically, “Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer a naked romp in the woods?”

 

After our usual stretching routine we jogged together to the bottom of the hill. I urged Sam to put a bit more effort in as we went up the hill for the first time. At the top she was gasping – to be fair I wasn’t much better. We jogged back down the hill, immediately turned around and ran back up it again. Then we did the same again. I could hear Sam swearing under her breath with each ascent. When we got to the top on the fourth occasion Sam doubled over wheezing.

 

“Just one more, then we’ll call it a day.” I urged.

 

“I’m beat!” she muttered, “I’ll pull down my leggings right now rather than do that again! I’m not wearing any panties so you’ll see my nunny.” she rasped.

 

She feigned to grip the top of her leggings. I laughed at her joke, turned and headed slowly back down the hill without looking back. About halfway down Sam caught me up.

 

“I can’t believe you just did that!” Sam scoffed.

 

“Did what?” I replied, oblivious.

 

“Leave me at the top of the hill with my leggings around my ankles and my nunny on display!” she quipped.

 

“You mean you actually did it? I thought you were joking.” I said, “So if I’d looked around I would have seen it?

 

“In all its naked glory! I didn’t even attempt to cover it up.” Sam laughed, “I was quite expecting you to turn around and look to see where I was. I couldn’t believe it when you didn’t.”

 

“Damn!” I cursed.

 

“You’ll have to wait a bit longer now before you see it, Old Man!” she chuckled.

 

By the time we’d finished our disappointing conversation we’d arrived back at the bottom of the hill. We turned around and made our way back up the hill one final time. This time at the top we went through the gate and proceeded down the slope back to the car. After we did our warm-down routine we headed home. For the duration of the journey Sam teased me about the glorious view I’d missed.

 

We met again on Sunday in the park and this time I ran the full hour alongside Sam. We chatted for a lot of the time, or rather Sam did while I listened. She updated me on the progress that her fellow runners were making at her work. Apparently their ‘good runner’ was hoping to finish the race in about forty minutes. The other two, like Sam, were aiming for the hour mark. Sam didn’t let on to her colleagues that she was aspiring to be nearer fifty minutes. Whether Sam had picked up on it or not but her ‘comfortable to talk at speed’ was considerably quicker than it had been at the start of the training schedule. We pulled up at the end of the hour and I checked the distance we had covered; it was six miles, or just under ten kilometers in ‘new money’. We did a few stretches to warm down.

 

“Well done Sam.” I praised her, “Was that comfortable for you?”

 

“Yes. No problem.” Sam replied, her breathing near normal, “I find these slow jogs easy now. It’s just when you ask me to speed up – or run up that damn hill – that I struggle.”

 

“You do realise that even if you only run at that speed during the race you’ll finish in about an hour?” I told her, “When you first started you were averaging nine-minute kilometres now you’re averaging just over six. That’s a great achievement in just six weeks. You should be really pleased. I’m proud of you!”

 

“Aww. Thank you!” Sam beamed, “I’d not considered it like that. I hadn’t realised I was going that much quicker.”

 

“That was the whole point of the schedule: to get you to go faster without realising it.” I explained, “I’m not saying it’s going to be easy to get your speed down from six kilometres per hour to under five kilometres per hour to meet your target, but I’ll give it a good shot if you will?”

 

“Given what I’ve promised to show you if I do it, I’m sure you will!” Sam grinned, “I’ll try my best, promise. That reminds me; at the end of Phase One I gave you a  glimpse of my bottom and promised I’d show you a bit more when I completed Phase Two.”

 

“You did.” I smiled, “Well?”

 

“I didn’t really think this through. I put panties on today.” she chuckled.

 

Sam looked around furtively. There was no one close by. She turned her back to me, gripped the waistband of her leggings and pulled them down to reveal she was wearing pink cotton panties. Next she took hold of the top of her panties and lowered those too. Her leggings and panties bunched up below the cheeks of her round, peachy bottom. I stared at it opened-mouthed; it was adorable.

 

“There you go Old Man.” she chortled, “I assume you can see all of it this time?”

 

“I can!” I exclaimed, “I hope you don’t mind me saying, but your bum is delightful!”

 

“That’s partly down to you Old Man.” she said cryptically, over her shoulder “Since I’ve been following your workouts it’s definitely tightened up. It’s nowhere near as flabby.”

 

“I can’t believe it was ever flabby.” I declared, “I think you’re absolutely stunning!”

 

“Aww, thank you Old Man.” she purred, “If you’ve seen enough can I pull my panties and leggings up now?”

 

“If you must.” I said despondently.

 

Sam wriggled her delightful bottom back into her panties, pulled her leggings up then turned back to face me.

 

“I hope you enjoyed that?” she grinned.

 

If she could have seen the bulge in my trousers she would have known just how much I enjoyed it!

 

“What do you have planned for me next week?” she enquired,

 

“Repeat all the sessions from this week.” I instructed, “Try and go a little bit faster on Tuesday and Saturday if you can. But don’t worry if you can’t.”

 

“What are we doing on Wednesday?” she asked, concern in her voice, “Not that damn hill again?”

 

“No, not the hill.” I reassured her, “We’ll do a fartlek session next week.”

 

“You know that word always makes me snigger!” she sniggered.

 

She was still tittering as we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

 

I ran by myself again on Monday and Tuesday. I reverted to my old shoes because it was raining and I didn’t want to get my new shoes wet – not at that price! It was still raining when I picked Sam up on Wednesday morning to go to our ‘secret venue’. I was concerned that she may have missed a couple of days training due to the inclement weather but she assured me that she’d stuck to her schedule. She did admit that she had found it harder to run in her wet-weather gear.

 

It was still raining when we arrived at the little parking area. Sam was decked out in her fluorescent pink water-resistant jacket and baby-blue water-proof trousers that she’d bought when I’d accompanied her to the sports shop. She looked like a very cute Liquorice Allsort.

 

“Do we have to get out?” she whined, staring out of the windscreen at the incessant rain, “We could just sit in the car and I could let your hands explore inside my waterproofs!” she teased.

 

“Just your waterproofs?” I countered, “No further?”

 

“Naughty!” she grinned, “Okay, inside whatever I’m wearing under my waterproofs. But make sure your hands are warm first Old Man!” she giggled.

 

We sat watching the rain for about ten minutes – I didn’t take up Sam’s offer, however tempting it was to put my hand down her trousers and explore. The rain started to ease a bit so we decided to make a run for it – literally!

 

We jogged together for one circuit. Although the rain had eased somewhat there was still water dripping from the trees which made it uncomfortable. We then did three circuits during which I mixed the speeds up, running fast between certain features such as trees, and then slower between others. I included a faster section every time we went up the hill. This resulted in some most unladylike language from Sam. On the fifth circuit I slowed it down to allow us to recover but I still included a sprint up the hill. This took Sam by surprise and resulted in me being called some rather derogatory names! When we reached the top of the hill for the final time, the heavens opened. We ran back down the slope to the car as quickly as possible through the downpour.

 

We sat in the car breathing heavily and soaked; the rain pounding on the vehicle’s roof.

 

“I’m drenched!” Sam exclaimed, “Even my knickers are wet!”

 

“Perhaps you ought to take them off?” I grinned, “I wouldn’t want you to catch a chill.”

 

“You wish!” she chuckled, “Put the heater on and let’s get home.”

 

I put the heater on full and switched on the heated seats. Despite this we were still wet when we arrived back at Sam’s. The only difference being that the car was now fogged up with steam.

 

“If my parents look out and see the car misted up they’ll think we’ve been having passionate sex!” Sam grinned.

 

It was my turn to say: “You wish!”

 

“I can’t wait to get indoors; take all these wet clothes off, and get in a nice warm bath.” Sam purred.

 

“Would you like me to come with you?” I asked, “Maybe I can hold the towel for you?”

 

“Nice try, but I don’t think my parent’s would appreciate that.” Sam smiled, “I’ll see you again on Sunday; assuming I’ve not caught pneumonia!”

 

Before getting out of the car Sam lent across and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. As she did so she put her hand on my upper thigh, gripping for leverage. She never realised how close she came to grasping my erection!

 

Fortunately the weather improved between Wednesday and Sunday. As I made my way to the park to meet Sam on Sunday morning I was really concerned that she may have caught a cold or succumb to some other ailment. I knew that with just two more weeks to her race there wasn’t much more she could do – or I could do for her – to get her fitter. But in that short two weeks a lot could go wrong. The main target now was to get Sam to the start rather than getting her to the finish. I used to get nervous in the period leading up to a race, I wondered if Sam was feeling it too. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw her stretching at our normal meeting place. After we exchanged greetings I asked her how she felt.

 

“I feel fine.” she reassured me, “I must admit that hot bath on Wednesday after we got home soaked was the best ever! As it turned out my parents weren’t at home so you could’ve come in and towelled me down!” she laughed.

 

After a few more stretches we set off for our steady Sunday run; it was dry enough for me to wear my new shoes. With just two weeks to go until the race I thought it opportune to get some key messages across to my star pupil.

 

“Sam next week will be your last full week of training. I don’t expect you to get much fitter or much quicker.” I said.

 

“But there’s still two weeks to go until my race?” Sam questioned.

 

“In the week leading up to the race you’ll just be ticking over so that you’ve got plenty of energy left for the race.” I explained.

 

“Do you think I’m now quick enough to do the race in fifty minutes?” she asked, “Is it bad that I really want to do that time even though I know it means I’ve got to show you my nunny?” she smiled.

 

“I’m not sure. You should be able to complete in under an hour without much difficulty. If you’d said that at the start of your training you would have been pleased enough.” I said.

 

“That’s true! I tend to forget how slow I was when I started.” she said, “Honestly, I will be pleased if I can do it under an hour.”

 

“So you should be!” You’ve done very well – better than I was expecting.” I praised her, “I was really impressed with the way you knuckled-down in the bad weather this week. If ever you were going to have another wobble that would have been the time.”

 

“I felt like giving up several times. Especially when you made me go up that hill in the rain on Wednesday. I was ready to throw in the towel – literally” she admitted.

 

“To be honest, so was I!” I confessed.

 

“So what do you want me to do this week, Old Man?” she enquired.

 

“Well I’m going to teach you a bit about race-craft – tactics if you like.” I said, “Although I said at the start of our conversation that I couldn’t get you to run much faster in the few days left, what I can do is teach you some things that will shave a few seconds off your time here and there.”

 

“Does it really make that much difference?” she asked dubiously, “Is it crucial when you’re running at my level?”

 

“If it’s the difference between you running just under fifty minutes and just over, then it’s the difference between me seeing your pussy and me not seeing it. Therefore it can be vitally important!” I laughed.

 

“If you put it like that I suppose it is!” she smiled, “Don’t worry, I’ll do my best. I know that if I have to show it to you, I’ll have done a good time. So I won’t mind.”

 

“It won’t just be a good time; it’ll be a brilliant time!” I corrected her.

 

“So what do you want me to do next week?” she asked.

 

“Just do the same as you did last week on Monday and Tuesday.” I told her, “Then on Wednesday we’ll do something different. I won’t tell you what, I’ll keep that as a surprise, but I recommend that you wear panties.” I added cryptically.

 

“Sorry? You want me to wear panties?” she asked, baffled, “What are you planning Old Man?” she asked sceptically.

 

“You’ll find out on Wednesday.” I grinned.

 

“Any panties in particular?” Sam persisted.

 

“Just ones that you’re comfortable to run in.” I confirmed.

 

“So we are still talking about running? You had me worried for a minute there, Old Man!” she chuckled.

 

Fortunately we’d come to the end of the run before Sam could question me any more. We did our warm-down routine and parted company.

 

Luckily the weather was better the following week: mild and sunny. I went out for a run on Monday and Tuesday in my new shoes. I was definitely getting fitter, faster and slimmer; whether I was up to Sam’s standard yet I wasn’t sure. I guess we’d find out on Wednesday.

 

I picked Sam up as normal on Wednesday morning. It was a glorious morning, so much better than the one we’d endured just a week ago. It was so good I even wore my new shoes. As Sam sat in the car beside me I could sense that she was apprehensive, like she was on tenterhooks. She was quiet, most unlike her, and jittery. Eventually she couldn’t wait any longer.

 

“Are you going to ask me then?” she asked anxiously.

 

“Ask you what?” I responded neutrally.

 

“If I’ve got panties on.” she continued edgily.

 

“Oh, right. Have you?” I asked, trying to sound as disinterested as I could.

 

“I have.” she confirmed.

 

“That’s good then.” I said blandly.  

 

I didn’t proffer any more explanation and we sat in silence for a few minutes more. I could sense Sam getting restless, she shifted uneasily in her seat.

 

“Are you going to tell me why I should be wearing them?” she asked.

 

I’d had my fun and played Sam along for long enough. We were approaching the car park so I knew I’d have to spill the beans and reveal what we were going to do today.

 

“Okay, today we’re going to have a race.” I stated.

 

“A race?” she interrupted.

 

“Let me explain. We’ll run one circuit together as a warm-up like we usually do. Then we’ll have a three-circuit race – that’s three miles - you against me. If you beat me I’ll buy you lunch; if I beat you, you have to strip and do another lap in just your undies.”

 

Sam contemplated this for a moment.

 

“Why is it that if I beat you I only get a lunch and don’t get to see you stripped?” she quizzed.

 

“I didn’t think you’d want to see an ‘old man’ stripped.” I replied.

 

“Well I do!” she said adamantly, “If I beat you I want you to strip and do another lap in just your pants. I assume you’ve got pants on?” she sniggered, turning the table on me.

 

“I have.” I admitted.

 

“That’s what we’ll do then. If you beat me I’ll strip off and do another lap in just my undies, but if I beat you, you strip off and do another lap in just your pants!” she laughed, “Agreed?”

 

She held out her hand; I shook it nervily. I hadn’t expected this turn of events. I had made the suggestion on the basis that I thought Sam would win, and it would give me an excuse to treat her to lunch. I pulled into the car park. We got out of the car and went through our stretching routine. We set off on our warm-up lap together. We ran in an unaccustomed, almost eery, silence. I’m sure we were both contemplating what lay ahead when we raced against each other. Whenever I was with Sam I was at least partially stiff; when she was being saucy – which was a lot of the time - I was usually fully erect. If she beat me, which I quite expected her to, and I had to strip to my pants, I wouldn’t be able to conceal how aroused I was.

 

We arrived back at the car park at the end of our warm-up lap.

 

“Okay, you know the rules. When I say ‘GO!’ we’ll do three circuits. The last one back here strips to their underwear and does another circuit. Clear?"

 

“All clear.” Sam giggled, “I’m so going to beat you!”

 

“May the best man win!” I smiled.

 

“May the best woman win!” Sam corrected, "I'm so going to see you in your pants!" she added fervently.

 

“On your marks, get set, GO!” I shouted.

 

Sam set off in front just as I had expected her to. She set a speed that was certainly faster than I was capable of matching. If she could maintain that pace for the full three miles I knew she’d got me beat; it would be me stripping. I just had to hope that she’d set off too fast. Although she’d got youth and fitness in her favour, I’d got guile and experience in mine.

 

By the time we’d reached the end of the flat stretch, Sam was about twenty metres in front of me. We turned and went up the hill; Sam slowed considerably whereas I managed to maintain my speed. I closed the gap to about five metres by the time we turned through the gate at the top and headed back down the slope towards the car. As Sam recovered her breath she sped up again; by the end of the first circuit she was about ten metres ahead.

 

“You okay back there Old Man?” she called out over her shoulder as we set out on our second circuit.

 

I didn’t respond; I knew I had to save my breath for later in the race. As we went along the flat stretch for a second time, Sam extended her lead. By the time we turned to ascend the hill she was about thirty metres ahead. Again she slowed markedly as we went uphill; I managed to close the gap between us to about ten metres. I had noticed that as we headed back down the slope Sam was taking longer to recover. I closed the gap to about five metres before she started to speed up again. At the end of the second circuit she was about ten metres ahead of me again. I took this as a positive sign. I knew I hadn’t quickened up which meant Sam must be slowing down.

 

When we reached the end of the flat stretch on the third occasion I was only about ten metres behind Sam – the closest I’d been at that point. I also knew I’d saved a bit to tackle the hill; I wasn’t convinced that Sam had. And so it proved. As we got to the top of the hill Sam slowed to barely more than a walk. I passed her and turned through the gate at the top slightly in front. I knew that Sam would outpace me on the downhill stretch once she had recovered from climbing the hill, so I put extra effort in to extend my lead as much as I could in the top part of the slope. I managed to put about fifteen metres between us. I could sense Sam was closing the gap as we ran back towards the car. But I’d paced it to perfection; I reached the car about a metre in front of Sam. We both doubled up with exhaustion.

 

“Well done Old Man!” Sam gasped between breaths, “You beat me fair and square.”

 

“I shouldn’t have done. You’re younger, fitter and quicker than me.” I conceded, “The only thing that got you beat was your lack of race nous. Unfortunately I can’t teach you that – certainly not in the week-and-a-half between now and your race – it’s something that comes with experience. What I can do is set out a few pointers.”

 

“How do you mean?” Sam asked, her breathing already less heavy.

 

“Firstly, look at your sectional times. Your first lap was your quickest and your last lap your slowest. The difference between the two was about thirty seconds. Whereas my third lap was my quickest, but it was only five seconds quicker than my slowest.” I explained.

 

“So I’ve got to learn to pace myself better?” Sam asked.

 

“Exactly!” I confirmed, “I appreciate it’s not easy, especially on a hilly course. Secondly, you’ve got to think ahead. Today you sped up as we approached the hill then slowed down considerably going up it. Whereas I tried to take a breather approaching the hill so that I had more energy for the climb.”

 

“I hate that damn hill!” Sam said angrily, “I was virtually walking up it on my third lap.”

 

“I know you were.” I said, “Thirdly, if you overtake someone, don’t just get passed them then relax; go passed them then kick on to put some distance between you and them before you relax.”

 

“I hated it when you went passed me and kept going. It was really disheartening.” Sam admitted.

 

“That’s why I did it!” I grinned, “Races are run as much with the mind as they are with the legs.”

 

“It was cruel!” Sam bleated, “You could have waited!”

 

“You need to be cruel in your race too.” I told her, “Save any kindness for after the race. There’s lots more I could tell you but I don’t want to overwhelm you. I’ll save some for next week.”

 

“I didn’t know running could be so complicated. I thought it was just a matter of putting one foot in front of the other as quickly as possible!” Sam laughed.

 

“If that’s all it was you’d beat me every time.” I smiled, “I do have some good news though.”

 

“What’s that?” Sam said, looking at me expectantly.

 

“You ran the three miles in twenty-four minutes. Do the same speed in your race and you’ll finish it in under fifty-minutes.” I confirmed.

 

“And it means you’ll get to see my nunny!” she said cheerily.

 

“It does!” I beamed, “In the meantime, I think I get to see something now don’t I? Assuming you’ve recovered enough to do one more lap?”

 

“Oh, I suppose so!” Sam chuckled, “I can’t believe I agreed to this!”

 

Standing by the car Sam lifted her tee-shirt over her head to expose her pink sports bra. Then she took off her trainers so that she could remove her pale blue leggings.

 

“Would you mind looking the other way while I take my leggings off?” she said coyly, “I’ve a tendency to pull my panties down at the same time and I’m not ready to show you my nunny just yet!” she giggled

 

I dutifully turned my back as Sam undressed.

 

“Okay, you can look back again now.” she instructed.

 

I turned back to face her and my jaw immediately dropped. She stood before me in just her underwear. She looked stunning! There are just not enough superlatives in the dictionary to do justice to how beautiful she looked. In addition to her sports bra, she was wearing the teeny-weeniest pink G-string. Whereas her bra was functional rather than sexy, her G-string was sexy rather than functional. Did I mention how minute it was?

 

“Wow! That’s….” I hesitated, lost for words as I gawped at the unbelievable view of Sam’s virtually bare pubic area.

 

“Tiny? Is that the word you’re looking for?” Sam asked finishing my sentence for me.

 

“I was actually going to say ‘sexy’ but ‘tiny’ is just as fitting.” I gasped.

 

“When you told me to put panties on I didn’t know you were expecting to see them, otherwise I would have put on something less revealing.” Sam divulged.

 

“Cute colour.” I said, realising I was gawping, and not knowing what else to say.

 

“They’re called ‘Bubble Pink’. They’re very lightweight, breathable and really comfortable to run in. What’s more, they don’t show a panty-line under my leggings. If you look closely you can see there’s a dainty floral pattern in the delicate lace. They’ve even got tiny flowers all around the string at the waist. I love them; they’re very feminine. But I admit they don’t cover much, especially from behind.” she chuckled.

 

Sam turned around to prove her point. Her cute bottom was bare apart from a thin pink string between her peachy cheeks. I gazed open-mouthed at the marvellous sight. Although I’d seen her bum before it never failed to enthral me. She turned back to face me.

 

“You can close your mouth now, Old Man!” she giggled, “I don’t mind you taking a closer look if you like. There’s a little thicker panel over my slit so I’m confident you won’t be able to see my nunny. And I did shave last night.” she teased.

 

I didn’t need a second invitation. I stepped forward and leaned in closer. Although the minuscule triangle of the G-string didn’t leave much to the imagination it did conceal her most intimate area. I was close enough now to easily pull them down and expose her nunny. I think Sam read my mind.

 

“Don’t be tempted to do anything silly Old Man.” she warned, “Hopefully you’ll see it after the race!” she added playfully.

 

“I do hope so.” I sighed, "Oh, I do hope so!"

 

“Which reminds me, I’ve got another lap to do.” Sam recalled, “I’ve got my breath back; shall I do it now? Or would you like to gawp at my skimpy knickers for a bit longer?”

 

“I guess you should do it now.” I said, resignedly, “Although I could stare at your knickers all day!”

 

Sam giggled at that and then walked over to the start of the footpath. I cheered up somewhat when I realised I’d get a great view of Sam’s cute bottom as she ran away from me down the footpath; and then an awesome view from the front as she came back down the slope towards the car park.

 

“Off you go then. I’ll time you.” I encouraged.

 

Sam set off. Just as I had hoped, her virtually bare bottom wobbled enticingly with every stride as she ran away from me. Her luxurious long blond hair streaming out behind her. I watched her until she was just an indistinguishable figure in the distance.

 

I moved to the bottom of the track that led down the slope back to the car park. I picked a spot where I should get a good view of Sam running towards me in her bra and tiny pink G-string. I calculated that she should come back into view after about seven-and-a-half minutes. I waited full of expectation; my heart beating rapidly. I kept glancing at my watch; never has seven-and-a-half minutes seemed so long!

 

Seven-and-a-half minutes came and went, as did eight minutes, there was no sign of the gorgeous Sam. My initial thought was that our race must have taken more out of her than I’d allowed for, and she was going slower than I’d anticipated. When nine minutes had past, I started looking for other explanations: perhaps when she’d put her shoes back on she’d not laced them up correctly and had had to stop to retie them. When ten minutes had gone by, I decided I should go to meet her because something had obviously gone wrong. I could feel anxiety building up in the pit of my stomach. I just hoped she’d not got injured.

 

Just then she came into view, apparently running normally, thankfully with no sign of impairment. Relief washed over me like a tidal wave. I watched her get closer, my eyes drawn to her little panties and the way her pubic area moved as she ran. When she got to me she stopped and bent over while she recovered her breath, her chest rising and falling but not excessively. Her virtually bare bottom just begging to be spanked.

 

“What happened? You were gone ages.” I enquired, “You didn’t get lost did you?”

 

“I met someone.” she replied, her breathing already returning to normal.

 

“Who? Where?” I asked, perplexed, “We never see anyone here.”

 

“I know! I couldn’t believe it! As I turned the corner at the top of the hill and went through the gate, there was an old man walking his dog coming towards me. We nearly bumped into each other!” she explained, “I don’t know who jumped the most!”

 

“An old man and a dog?” I queried.

 

“Yes. He was even older than you!” Sam retorted.

 

“The man or the dog?” I joked.

 

“Probably both.” she giggled, “You can imagine how embarrassing it was with me standing there like this, in just my undies.”

 

“Did he say anything?” I probed.

 

“I apologised for startling him, and explained that I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone as I ran here regularly and had never seen anybody before.” Sam said, then continued, “He told me he frequently walked his dog here and rarely saw another soul. He said he wasn’t expecting to meet anyone today, certainly not a pretty young girl in her underwear! He didn’t ask why I was dressed like this, and I didn’t think to tell him.”

 

“He didn’t do anything, did he?” I asked, concern in my voice, “I mean anything inappropriate?”

 

“No, nothing like that. In fact he was charming. ” Sam reassured me, “He was very gentlemanly and didn’t gaze at me – unlike one old man I could mention (!). However, I could tell he was surreptitiously ogling me. But I was standing there in just my bra and skimpy knickers so I couldn’t blame him for that really, could I? In truth, I felt a bit sorry for him. He begged my pardon when I caught him furtively looking at me, and explained that he’d not seen a woman in her underwear since his wife had died fifteen years ago.”

 

“That’s sad. Poor chap.” I sympathised.

 

“I told him that I honestly didn't mind him looking and he should make the most of the opportunity. He smiled broadly, thanked me and gawped at me in much the same way as you do. He commented that he wasn’t used to seeing a woman shaved ‘down there’. He then went on to cheekily tell me he’d not seen a ‘fanny’ since his wife passed. I chuckled at the way he whispered ‘fanny’ as if it was the crudest word he knew!”

 

“You didn’t did you?” I quizzed, “Show him your fanny – your nunny – I mean?”

 

“I told him I didn’t mind him having a quick peek as long as he didn’t tell anyone. His wrinkled face lit up with expectation and his weathered eyes shone bright. I slowly eased the front of my G-string down. As the top of my slit came into view he started wheezing and spluttering; he grasped at his chest. I was concerned he was going to have a seizure so I stopped.   

 

“You could’ve given him a stroke.” I remarked.

 

“He got excited enough just looking at it; if I’d let him touch it that would have definitely finished him off!” Sam winked.

 

“Very funny!” I smiled. How I loved this girl! “I’m glad he didn’t get to see too much.”

 

“Am I getting a hint of jealousy there Old Man?” she sniggered.

 

“Maybe.” I admitted, “So is that how your panties ended up like that?” I asked, moving matters on.

 

Sam looked down. The little pink triangle at the front of her G-string had bunched up and was nestling in between the folds of her vulva.

 

“Oh my God! How long has it been like that?” she exclaimed, quickly pulling it out so that it reverted to its triangular form and covered her ‘lady parts’.

 

“Since you came down the hill.” I informed her.

 

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” she rebuked me.

 

“I’m telling you now.” I smiled.

 

“After you’ve been gawping at it for the last five minutes!” she scolded me, “Well, you’ve seen it now!” she sounded disappointed rather than embarrassed.

 

“I’ve not seen it properly. That was just a teaser to show me how cute it is, and what a treat is in store for me when I get to see it in all its glory after you’ve clocked a good time in the race.” I placated her. “I’m looking forward to seeing it even more now.” I said truthfully.

 

“I’m going to cover it up before you see any more of it!” Sam said despondently.

 

We went back to the car where Sam’s clothes were stacked up. I watched her get dressed. She didn’t seem to mind at all that I was looking. We climbed in the car and headed home. Sam was unusually quiet. I guess she was upset because she thought  I’d seen her nunny.

 

“You okay?” I asked her, “You seem quiet?”

 

“I’m just annoyed with myself for letting you beat me.” she replied.

 

“That’s great!” I said cheerily.

 

“Great for you!” she countered irately, “You got to see me nearly naked!”

 

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. I meant it’s great that you recognise that you let me beat you. Let me explain. Over three miles we are closely matched. You would beat me over ten kilometres easily. Why do you think I chose to race over three miles? Given that we were expected to finish in about the same time, it came down to one or two little differences. That ‘race nous’ that I spoke of earlier. Although I said I couldn’t teach that, I think you’ve learnt a lot today about race tactics. Does that make sense?” I explained.

 

“I suppose so. I’ve learnt that there’s more to running than I thought.” she accepted, “I just don’t like being beaten; especially by an old man!” she added disconsolately.

 

“That’s a great trait for a runner to have.” I consoled her, “You can put that to good use in your race. Just remember, you’re not racing everybody, just those of a similar standard to you. I’m not expecting you to win!”

 

“I couldn’t even beat you – an old man!” she said dispiritedly.

 

“An old man with lots of race experience.” I reminded her, “And I only just beat you. You’d beat me next time.”

 

“Are you looking for a re-match Old Man?” she said, more brightly, “I’d be up for that!”

 

“Unfortunately it doesn’t fit in with your schedule. You’ve got to focus on your race. We’ve got nine days to get you prepared. I want you fully focused on that.” I emphasised.

 

“Spoilsport!” she chuckled, “Worried you’d have to strip?”

 

“Yes, sorry. I shouldn’t have got you to do that today.” I apologised.

 

“Don’t be silly! I enjoyed it. If you’d stipulated that the loser had to get completely naked, I still would have done it!” she laughed, “That would have given the old man with his dog even more of a shock.”

 

“From what you told me he saw plenty of you anyway!” I replied.

 

“He certainly left me with a smile on his face!” Sam laughed, "I suppose I should be thankful that he didn’t see me on the day we did hill reps and I had a strop at the top of the hill and stood there with my leggings around my ankles, no panties on and my nunny totally exposed!” she quipped.

“I still regret not looking back that day.” I lamented.

 

“You certainly missed out. I honestly thought you’d see it. Indeed, I was ready for you to see it.” Sam smiled, “If I don’t achieve my target time, you may never see it.” she added discouragingly.

 

“I need to make sure that you do achieve your target then don’t I?” I grinned.

 

“You do! So what have you got planned for me for the rest of the week, Old Man?” Sam asked, “I suppose after what I’ve just said I can expect more near-naked runs?”

“Tempting though that sounds, I’m afraid not. Tomorrow do your normal gym session. Friday a rest day. Saturday do twenty-five-minutes at your race speed. On Sunday I thought we’d do the race-route together. How does that sound?”

 

“Sounds great!” Sam enthused, “Do you want me to wear knickers on Sunday or not?” she giggled.

 

“I’ll leave that up to you Sam.” I smiled, “It wouldn’t be a bad idea to wear the clothes that you’re intending to race in. Treat it as a ‘dress rehearsal.”

 

“I’ll do that. Although knowing you it'll be an 'undress rehearsal'!” she laughed.

"You know me too well!" I smiled.

“I’m looking forward to it.” Sam continued, "Running the race route, I mean."

 

We soon arrived at Sam’s home. She leant over and kissed me on the cheek before she got out of the car. Thankfully she seemed back to her normal joyous self. We said our ‘goodbyes’ and agreed to meet on Sunday.

 

Fortunately Sunday morning dawned bright, sunny and pleasantly warm, but not too hot. There was a slight breeze blowing. I met Sam at the gates of the school where the race was due to start and finish the following Sunday. Sam was wearing her running vest and shorts. I didn’t ask her if she was wearing anything under her shorts!

 

“Feeling better?” I asked her as she greeted me.

 

“Yes. Sorry I had a bit of a ‘wobble’ on Wednesday.” she said, “I’m fine now. Fit and raring to go.”

 

“That’s good. The plan is we jog around the race route. As we go I’ll point out things that you should be doing and what to look out for. If you’re not clear on anything we can stop and I’ll try to clarify further.” I explained, “Remember, today is NOT a race. Don’t be disheartened if we take a lot longer than you’re hoping to do next Sunday.”

 

“Okay.” she said, “I promise I’ll listen.”

 

“The race starts at ten o’clock so make sure you’re here well before that. I suggest you try and be here by nine. I always wear my running gear to the event as there are only limited changing facilities, so I suggest you do the same. If I have to hold a towel up for you to change behind I can’t guarantee I won’t be peeking!” I smiled.

 

“Oh, I can guarantee you would be!” she laughed.

 

I went on to explain the procedure at the start.

 

“I’ll be on-hand to look after your gear. Hopefully it’ll be a nice day like today. There should be plenty of toilets so try and make use of them before the start. You don’t want to be looking for somewhere to have a wee halfway round! Bring water with you and make sure you drink a little before the start.”

 

“They normally get over five-hundred entries for the event so it will be busy. You’ll start on a roped-off chute on the grass. Aim to be in about the middle. If you’re too close to the front you’ll get swept along by runners much faster than you. If you’re too near the back you’ll be held up by slow runners. I’ll be here to guide you to where I think you need to be.”

 

“When the race starts, expect to be jostled about a bit as everyone tries to get a position. This can be quite disconcerting as you’ll want to run at your speed but you’ll be forced to run at the speed of everyone around you. Don’t panic! There will be plenty of time to get into a rhythm. The first couple-of-hundred-metres is on the school playing field. As the school is closed today we’ll start where the course comes out onto the road. Ready to start?”

 

Sam indicated that she was ready. We set off at a sedate pace; it wasn’t long before we came to a fairly steep downhill incline.

 

“If you’re feeling comfortable running downhill you can let yourself go a bit down here. Don’t go mad though! There is a tendency to go too fast early on.” I said.

 

I could see Sam was concentrating. The hill flattened out and we were now on an undulating rural road with hedges and fields to either side.

 

“Sam, the course is roughly circular. If it is windy you’re likely to encounter headwind, crosswind and tailwind. Use your brain: if you’re in a headwind tuck in behind another runner and let them do the work. If the wind is behind you get out in the open and let the wind assist you.” I advised.

 

We went through the halfway point in about twenty-five minutes.

 

“That’s halfway.” I confirmed, “If you double your time that you’re here and add about five minutes it should be a good indicator of the time you will achieve. Don’t forget, the second half of the race is tougher and you will be getting tired. So today we are on course for about fifty-five-minutes.”

 

At about eight kilometres we could see the steep hill that led back up to the school. Sam looked at it and winced.

 

“That’s as steep as the damn hill that we do on our regular run.” Sam moaned, as she noticed it.”

 

“That’s why I’ve got you to practice on it.” I smiled, “Try and get a bit of a breather in as you approach the hill. When you get to the hill I want you to attack it. You’ll find a lot of competitors will simply give up and walk-up hill. Try and keep running if you can, even if it’s desperately slow. I actually think you’ll be overtaking people going up the hill which should give you extra motivation.”

 

We both stopped talking to save our breath as we climbed the hill. When we reached the top we both gasped even though we'd only jogged up it.

 

"Boy, that's hard work!" Sam gasped.

“When you get here you’ve got about five-hundred-metres to the finish. Try and fill your lungs after the climb and hopefully you’ll have enough puff left to sprint to the finish. Don’t start sprinting too early though. Gradually increase your speed and then sprint the last couple of hundred metres if you’re able. It’s surprising how many places you can gain if you are overtaking tired runners.

 

We arrived back at the entrance to the school. I checked my watch.

 

“What time was that?” Sam asked.

 

“Fifty-four-minutes.” I confirmed, “But don’t forget we missed out a bit at the start and finish. So you’re looking at about fifty-five minutes.”

 

“I’d be pleased with that.” Sam smiled “That’s much quicker than I was anticipating when I first started.”

 

“I’d prefer it if you were five-minutes less.” I teased

 

“I expect you would!” she grinned, “Honestly, I will try!”

 

“Seriously, if you can get under the hour on your first ever attempt – particularly on this course – you will have done exceptionally well.”

 

“Thank you.” Sam beamed, "I've had a good trainer."

 

“So far I’ve concentrated on you achieving your best possible time as an individual. Obviously you are also competing as part of a team. On Wednesday I’ll give you some specific advice on that.” I said.

 

“It can’t get even more complicated can it?” Sam sighed, “My brain will hurt more than my legs!”

 

“I’ll try to keep it simple.” I laughed, “As next week is your race week you can ease back on your training. You want to be fresh and raring to go on Sunday morning. Tomorrow do twenty-minutes slow on the road. On Tuesday do just fifteen-minutes steady in the park. On Wednesday we’ll go to your favourite hill and you can do three hill-reps.”

“Oh great! My favourite!” Sam interjected, “Would you like me to wear panties this time or not?” she joshed.

 

“I’ll leave that up to you.” I responded, “Thursday just do an easy session at the gym and then a complete rest day on Friday – although you may benefit from a short walk just to keep your legs moving. On Saturday I’ll meet you in the park to go through any last-minute concerns. Then Sunday is the big day itself.”

 

“I must admit I’m getting nervous already.” Sam confided.

 

“That’s only natural.” I reassured her, “Just a couple of other things. No late nights partying this week. And no alcohol.”

 

“You’re no fun!” Sam mocked.

 

“Finally try not to get ill or injured!” I pleaded, “I’m so proud of what you’ve achieved so far.”

 

“Aww, thank you.” she purred, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

 

Sam leant in and gave me a kiss on the cheek, we said our ‘goodbyes’ and went our separate ways home.

 

Sam wasn’t the only one getting nervous, I was too. I knew from painful experience that things could go terribly wrong in the last few days leading up to a race. It only took one miss-step and you could have a twisted ankle. Do this with several weeks to go and you’ve time to recover; do it with just days to go and you’ve got no chance. My job now was to ensure Sam got to the start; I was sure that once she was there she would be capable of finishing in a respectable time. Of course, I had an ulterior motive for ensuring she took part, and of doing a good time. No wonder I was getting nervous!

 

When I pulled up outside Sam’s house on Wednesday I worried that Sam would not emerge from her house because she was injured or ill. I waited with trepidation, especially as she didn’t come out straight away – she was usually very punctual. I breathed a sigh of relief when eventually she came out of her door. Fortunately, all appeared well. She looked bright, fit and as stunning as ever. Getting in the car she apologised for being late due to not finding her trainers; her mum had apparently put them away. It was easy to forget that Sam still lived with her parents. During the car journey to our ‘secret venue’ Sam confirmed that she’d done just as I’d asked, including steering clear of alcohol. To be fair to Sam, she wasn’t a heavy drinker or party-goer anyway. As I drove I gave Sam a quick briefing on team running.

 

“Obviously the best you can do for your team is to finish in the quickest time that you are capable of. But there are other things to consider. Your finishing position determines your score: so if you finish in twentieth place you get twenty points, if you finish in thirtieth place you get thirty and so-on. The team score is the sum of all four runners. The winning team will be the team with the lowest aggregate score.”

 

“If in the closing stage of the race you can overtake ten other runners then you can lower your team score by ten points. Conversely, if you get overtaken by ten runners you can increase your team score by ten. All clear?”

 

“Yes, that makes sense.” Sam confirmed, “Although I think our rules state that only the score of the best three runners in each team counts.”

 

“Yes, that’s often the case. You want to use that as an incentive to finish in the top three of your team.” I said.

 

“Oh, I will.” Sam said positively, “I want my score to count.”

 

“Good girl. The other thing that you can do is to encourage the rest of your team members. If you overtake one of your colleagues try and help them along, but don’t be tempted to slow down to run with them.” I instructed.

 

By the time I’d finished my briefing we were pulling into the parking area. We got out of the car and did our stretches prior to jogging along the footpath to the bottom of the hill.

 

“We are just going to do three repetitions today, but I want you to go up the hill as quickly as you can to give your legs a good workout and your heart and lungs a good blow. I’ll come with you, try and stick with me as long as you can.” I explained.

 

We set off up the hill and Sam stayed alongside me all the way to the top. We were both breathing heavily when we reached the summit.

 

“Well done!” I praised Sam, “We’ll jog back down, turn around and run straight back up.”

 

We did just as I had instructed. Again Sam stayed with me all the way. We were both blowing a bit heavier this time. We repeated the process once more. Sam finished right alongside me. We were both heaving this time. As we bent over getting our breath back, a doddery old man with an equally doddery Jack Russell appeared out of the gate in front of us to the right. I noticed him first.

 

“Is that your boyfriend?” I joked to Sam, “The old man from last week?”

 

“It is.” Sam acknowledged, looking up and noticing him for the first time, “I better go and see how he is.”

 

Sam wandered up to the old man. He was standing in the gateway, slightly obscured from my view and out of earshot, so I couldn’t tell what was being said or done. After about five minutes Sam came back to me; she was smiling.

 

“Well, is he okay?” I asked as Sam returned, “Has he recovered from last week’s excitement?”

 

“He’s fine. He told me he came out specifically at this time today in the hope of seeing me again.” Sam smiled, “He said it was a real treat to meet me last week.”

 

“No doubt it was, given what you were wearing last week!” I sniggered, “I bet it’s not every day he gets to see a beautiful girl in her undies!”

 

“He admitted as much. He said he was disappointed I wasn’t dressed in just my skimpy underwear again.” Sam chuckled, “He went on to say disappointedly that when I had given him a peek of my ‘fanny’ – as he calls it – he had missed it because he’d nearly choked in surprise.”

 

“So he didn’t see it?” I sought assurance, unable to hide my protective attitude towards Sam’s nunny. If anyone was going to see it I wanted it to be me.

 

“Apparently not. He asked if I’d give him another opportunity to see it; reminding me that he’d not seen one since his wife had died.” Sam related, “I told him jokingly that he was very naughty to ask such a thing. He took that to heart rather more than I had expected. He blushed, squirmed and apologised. He looked so ashamed and embarrassed that it made me feel guilty. So I said I’d let him see my panties again but nothing else. That seemed to cheer him up.”

 

“And did you?” I asked, “Show him your panties again I mean?”

 

“I did. I just lowered the front of my leggings so he could see them.” she laughed saucily, “He seemed delighted by what he saw. He certainly left with a smile on his face.”

 

“I bet he did! Lucky chap.” I said enviously.

 

“Do I note a hint of jealousy again Old Man?” Sam chuckled.

 

“Maybe.” I responded, noting how I sounded like a resentful curmudgeon.

 

“Would it help if I showed them to you too?” Sam giggled.

 

“Yes please!” I said, rather eagerly, feeling somewhat placated.

 

Sam lowered the front of her leggings to reveal she was wearing a pair of low-waist, bubble-gum-pink cotton briefs. I loved the way that Sam was so uninhibited without being overtly in-your-face sassy. She always managed to maintain the appearance of innocence however cheeky she was being.

 

“I’m sorry they’re not as sexy – or revealing – as the ones I was wearing last week.” Sam apologised, “I went for a slightly safer option in case you got me to strip off again. Bearing in mind what’ve had to do, it’s a good job I did!”

 

“They’re very cute. And very low cut.” I observed, “There can’t be much between the top of your panties and the top of your slit.” It amazed me how open I had become talking to Sam.

 

“Oh there’s not. Look.” Sam giggled.

 

Sam pulled the front of her briefs down by less than an inch and straight away I could see the top of her slit. I gasped as it first came into view. For a moment I thought Sam was going to pull her knickers down even further, but she stopped.

 

“Keep going then!” I encouraged, giving Sam a wink, "I can't quite see it!"

 

“I think you’ve seen quite enough for today Old Man.” Sam smiled, “Hopefully you’ll see more of it on Sunday after the race.”

 

“I do hope so.” I grinned, “I do hope so!”

 

Sam smiled, gave me a playful nudge then pulled her panties and leggings back up. We jogged slowly back to the car. On the way home I congratulated Sam for keeping up with me on the hill, reassuring her that she’d have no trouble with the big climb during the race. I reminded her to take it easy for a couple of days before I met her on Saturday to go through any last-minute questions. As had become our custom when I got Sam home, she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

 

On Saturday morning I met Sam in the park and we jogged slowly beside each other for just fifteen minutes. Sam confided in me that she was getting very nervous about the race. It was affecting her sleeping. I told her about some techniques that I used to use to overcome the jitters. One of the things I found that helped me was to go through the race in my mind so that when it came to the race itself it was like I’d done it before. I even visualised where I wanted to be on the course at various times. Everything became second nature on the day. Sam agree to try it.

“Whatever happens in the race itself you should be proud of what you’ve achieved.” I told her.

 

“Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without your help.” she replied, "You've made training fun." she smiled.

 

“After the race would you like to come back to mine? I can cook you dinner – nothing fancy just pasta to replenish your carbohydrate levels – and you can tell me all about your race. I can also give you some advice on what to do post-race so that you recover quicker.”

 

“That sounds great! I’ll go home first, have a bath and freshen up and then be at yours by about six?” she suggested, “Assuming I can still walk!” she added with a chuckle.

 

I was tempted to say she was welcome to bath at mine but I thought that may be pushing my luck. So I acknowledged that what she’d suggested was fine.     

 

We agreed to meet at nine o’clock on the school playing field the following day – Race Day! I was to be Sam’s ‘bagman’. Sam informed me that her parents and younger sister Ella were coming along to cheer her on. She asked that I look after them during the race as they would be at a loss as what to do while they waited. She also warned me that Ella could be a bit ‘challenging’; she was seventeen and thought the world revolved around her.

 

As we parted, rather than the normal light kiss on the cheek, Sam moved in for a passionate hug. We wrapped our arms around each other. As we kissed I stroked Sam’s golden, long blond hair – it was so silky. I ran my hands down her back and instinctively put them on Sam’s bottom and squeezed her bum cheeks.

 

“That’s naughty! It feels nice though.” Sam purred, “You can put them inside if you want.”

 

I didn’t need asking twice; I slid my hands inside Sam’s leggings. I could feel the soft material of her panties.

 

“You’ve got knickers on today then?” I remarked jovially.

 

“I have.” Sam giggled, “You can put your hands inside those too if you would like to.”

 

I slipped my hands inside her panties and gently caressed her soft fleshy bottom. Gradually my hands moved lower. Sam gave a polite little cough.

 

“Ahem, I think we ought to stop now. Your fingers are getting a bit close to somewhere they shouldn’t be.” Sam chuckled, “I might enjoy it too much, and we are in a public park.”

 

“There’s an old Chinese proverb that says, ‘To meet girl in park is good. To park meat in girl is better.’ I smiled.

 

“Oh my God! That’s naughty!” Sam guffawed, “On that note, I think we should say ‘goodbye’ until tomorrow.”

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