Personal Best (Part 7)

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Inspired by the events of the morning, as soon as I got home I put on my new trainers and went out for a couple of miles jog. Maybe I would consider a comeback after all.

 

Once I’d returned from my run, I showered and set about tidying my house in advance of Sam’s eagerly anticipated arrival. This wasn’t too onerous a task as I lived on my own in a small bungalow and I kept it fairly tidy anyway.

That done, I checked to ensure that I’d got all the ingredients I needed to make a spaghetti carbonara. I wouldn’t need to start cooking that until five. I also made sure I’d got something for dessert – there were some ready-made blueberry buttermilk panna cotta in the fridge that I knew were creamy and delicious. Almost forgot – wine! I had a bottle of Champagne set aside for a special occasion; I think today was special enough to justify opening it so I put it in the fridge. I found some scented candles and put one in the lounge, one in the bathroom, and – optimistically – one in the bedroom. I set the places on the dining table, including some conventional candles. I just hope Sam didn’t think I’d gone over-the-top.

 

It was only four o’clock, still an hour to go until I needed to start prepping dinner, and two hours to go until Sam arrived. Naturally I was going to spend the next hour at least thinking of all the reasons Sam wouldn’t turn up. I expected the phone to ring at any second. I would answer it and hear Sam say she was sorry but she wasn’t going to make it. Her excuse would be something like: 'the run took more out of me than I expected.' Time passed slowly but I was too nervous to do anything to keep me occupied. At quarter-to-five I decided to make a start on the carbonara. Everything was prepped and ready to cook by five o’clock. It would only take ten minutes to cook so I could leave that now until Sam arrived. Still an hour to go. I decided to have another shower and put some smarter clothes on – but not too smart, this wasn’t really a ‘date’. Sam still hadn’t called.

 

Suitably smart having showered, shaved, put a change of clothes on and a liberal dose of aftershave, I looked at the time – yet again. It was five-thirty. Then the inevitable happened; the phone rang. It was Sam. The moment I’d been dreading. The moment Sam made her excuses, said sorry she wasn’t going to make it, and left me in the lurch. I answered it full of trepidation.

 

“Hiya, it’s Sam. I’m ready, and I’m starving. Would you mind very much if I got to yours early?” she said, “I can be with you in ten minutes. Don’t be afraid to tell me if it’s not convenient.”

 

“No. No. Come as quick as you like.” I gushed, not believing what she’d said.

 

“Great! See you in ten.” Sam said, putting down the phone.

 

Ten minutes! Panic set in. Good job I’d prepped the Carbonara. I put the saucepan of water on the hob ready for the spaghetti. While that was heating I went around the house lighting the candles. By the time the candles were alight, the water in the saucepan was boiling. I added the spaghetti and set the timer for eight minutes – I like my pasta ‘al dente’ – firm but chewy. I put a couple of plates in the oven on a low heat to warm up

 

The doorbell rang. I quickly washed my hands, took a deep breath and went to the door. I opened it and gawped in amazement, my eyes on stalks. Sam was standing there looking absolutely stunning. Her long blond hair, which I was so used to seeing in a ponytail, cascaded loosely over her shoulders. It shimmered with lustre. She had applied subtle make-up to highlight her eyes and cheekbones. Her eyes shone like stars in the midnight sky, bursting with light and promise. She was wearing a very chic little black dress that was simple but elegant. The dress was tight, emphasing her curves, and very short, barely covering her bottom. She had bare legs tanned from all the time she spent training outdoors wearing shorts. The whole ensemble was finished with a pair of black high-heeled shoes. As I was used to seeing her in trainers, the change in her height was tangible. I just stood and starred. She looked fantastic.

 

“Are you going to invite me in then Old Man?” she asked, “Or are you going to just stand there and stare?”

 

“S-sorry, yes, of course. D-do come in.” I stammered, “Wow! You look so glamorous. I guess I’m just not used to seeing you with your clothes on.”

 

“Naughty!” Sam smiled.

 

“S-sorry, I mean I’m not used to seeing you all dressed up, you’re normally in your running gear.” I explained falteringly.

 

“I knew what you meant, silly!” she teased, "I do dress up sometimes."

 

Sam came in. We wrapped our arms around each other in a warm embrace, kissing one another lightly on the cheeks. The material of her dress was so silky, inviting my hands to slither down her back to her peachy bottom. I gave it a gentle squeeze. I so wanted to slide my hands under her dress and caress her adorable bum cheeks. I moved my hands lower. It was as if Sam knew what I was thinking. She broke off from our hug and looked accusingly at me.

 

“Not yet Old Man. Maybe later." she grinned, then changing the subject she asked, "Do you mind if I take my shoes off? These heels are killing me. I should have worn my trainers.”

 

“Not at all. Kick them off and make yourself at home.” I instructed, the moment broken, “The food is nearly ready. Would you like to sit at the table? I’ll bring it out to you soon.”

 

“Great! I’m famished.” Sam exclaimed, "Running sure gives you an appetite."

 

I guided Sam to the dining table, pulled the chair out for her and she sat down. I went into the kitchen just as the alarm on the timer went off to indicate that the spaghetti was cooked. I drained the spaghetti and tipped it into a frying pan, into which I added beaten eggs, a dollop of crème fraîche, creamed Parmesan, and finally added the crisp and browned pancetta that I’d cooked earlier. I stirred the mixture together to ensure the pasta was evenly coated. While that was simmering I took the Champagne out of the fridge and went back to Sam.

 

“Champagne?” I asked, as if it was a regular occurrence.

 

“Champagne?” she repeated, “What are we celebrating?” she questioned.

 

“Your terrific performance in your first ever race.” I smiled.

"I'll drink to that!" Sam rejoined.

 

The bottle opened with a faint woosh and escape of vapour. I poured out two flutes and passed one to Sam. We said ‘Cheers!’ and clicked our glasses together, I took a quick sip of the cool, amber liquid, and returned to the kitchen. I put a generous helping of carbonara onto each of the two pre-heated plates, shaved some fresh Parmesan over them and topped each plate off with a pinch of chopped parsley. I took the plates in and set them down on the table, then I rushed back into the kitchen and grabbed a sharing platter of crispy, herby Focaccia Bread. I returned to Sam and set it down. I sat down opposite her. Relax!

 

“I hope this tastes as good as it looks and smells.” Sam said.

 

“Be careful. It’s piping hot.” I warned.

 

Sam took a small forkful and tried it.

 

“Mmm! Delicious!” she said, “Do you mind if we just eat for a while? I’m starving. We can chat later.”

 

“Fine by me.” I said, “I used to be just the same after a race.”

 

So that’s what we did: we sat and ate in silence. Sam ate her food as if it were going out of fashion. She had more than half of the bread - not that I was counting – using the last of it to soak up the remains of the creamy carbonara sauce off her plate. When she had finished she gave a huge, satisfied sigh and sat back in her chair.

 

“That was wonderful! I really enjoyed that.” she purred, “Thank you!”

 

“Dessert?” I asked, once I’d caught her up.

 

“Afters as well?” she grinned, “You know how to spoil a girl!”

 

I cleared up our plates and took them out to the kitchen, returning with the blueberry panna cottas.

 

“Oh my God! This is gorgeous!” she drawled, “I’d do absolutely anything for another one of those!” she teased, scooping out the last of the creamy confection.

 

“I’ll keep you to that.” I smiled, “It just so happens I have got another one.”

 

I got Sam another pot of panna cotta which she dug into enthusiastically. When we had finished our desserts I cleared away the ramekins and poured us both another glass of Champagne.

 

“Shall we go into the lounge? You can tell me all about the race then.” I suggested.

 

“Dinner was lovely, thank you! As you could tell, I was really hungry.” she smiled.

 

“You will have used up a lot of carbohydrate during the run. That should help replenish it.” I explained.

 

“I certainly feel better for it.” she admitted.

 

I led Sam through to the lounge and she sat on the sofa. I thought it too presumptuous to sit next to her on the sofa so I sat down on an armchair facing her. As it turned out this was an excellent move on my part because I could see right up Sam’s little black dress and notice straight away that she was wearing black panties.

 

“So, talk me through the race Sam.” I invited, trying to concentrate on what she said rather than what I could see.

 

“Okay. Well you were right about the start. I’d run two kilometres before the runners around me started to thin out. But it probably wasn’t a bad thing because I was hyped-up and chances are I probably would have gone too fast. I tried to keep in a rhythm after that. It was a bit breezy out in the countryside but I remembered to tuck in behind other runners. I went through half-way in twenty-five-minutes but I recalled that you told me that the second half of the race would likely be slower because of the uphill, and the fact I’d be getting tired. I had a bit of a breather before I got to the hill. Don’t laugh, but I actually enjoyed running up the hill! I was overtaking people all the way up. There were several people walking up it. I must have gone past fifty other runners! I’ll never swear about our practice hill again! When I got to the top I didn’t need much of a breather; I had enough left to sprint the final few metres. I actually did the second half quicker than the first ” Sam recalled enthusiastically.

 

“Well done! It sounds as if you ran the perfect race.” I commented, “When you saw you were going to finish in under fifty-minutes were you tempted to slow down?”

 

“Ha! Ha! Why would I do that Old Man?” she smiled, “I just wanted to finish as quickly as I could and overtake as many other runners as possible. When I crossed the line and looked up at the clock I was absolutely delighted with my time, and I immediately thought: ‘that means I’m going to have to get my nunny out!'” she laughed, seemingly totally unconcerned.

 

Trying desperately to hide my delight that Sam had considered the consequences of her finishing time and seemed comfortable with what she was expected to do, I moved the conversation on.

 

“You overtook a lot of runners when we were watching you in the finishing straight.” I commented, “Do you know what position you finished in?”

 

“I was three-hundred-and-twenty-third out of just under eight-hundred starters.” she said proudly.

 

“Well in the top half. That’s impressive for your first ever race.” I praised, “And what about the team event?”

 

“We won the Vet Practices’ Race!” she said excitedly, “Our top runner finished in ninety-seventh; I was second home, and our third runner was not far behind me. In fact I passed him coming up the hill.”

 

“Well done!” I said, “What did you get for winning?”

 

“We got a certificate to hang up in our reception, and some vouchers for a staff night out at a local restaurant.” she enthused, “I’d offer to take you along as without your help we wouldn’t have won, but I’m afraid it’s limited to staff only. Sorry.”

 

“That’s fine.” I said, “I’m delighted for you all.”

 

“Now, you tell me about what you did whilst you were waiting for me.” Sam said eagerly, “How did you get on with my family?”

 

“They were fine. I think your dad was surprised that you did so well. They were all very proud of you.” I confirmed.

 

“And my sister? How did you get on with her?” Sam pursued, “I know she can be socially awkward with strangers. She can be a bit rebellious too. My parents really struggled to get her to conform to school uniform policy; now that she doesn’t have to wear a uniform she dresses like a schoolgirl! Albeit her version of one.”

 

I didn’t know how close Sam and Ella were as sisters. Was Ella likely to tell Sam that she’d shown me her pussy? She wouldn’t, would she?

 

“She’s very confident given that she’s so young.” I said, non-committedly.

 

“Do you think so?” Sam said, sounding surprised, “We always think she’s a bit reserved.”

 

Sam’s comment couldn’t be further from what I’d witnessed; it was like she was talking about a different girl – chalk and cheese in fact.

 

“She dresses up to come across as if she’s self-assured, but I think it’s all a bit of an act.” Sam asserted, “Unless you saw something of her that we don’t?”

 

I certainly saw something of her that I didn’t expect to! But I wasn’t going to tell Sam that.

 

“Perhaps she feels in your shadow a bit?” I suggested, “She seemed genuinely interested in your training. Maybe you should consider asking her if she’d like to come out for a run with you sometimes?”

“D’you think? She’s never shown any interest before.” Sam looked less than convinced, “You’re not just saying that because you think that if you’re training both of us you’ll see as much of her as you’ve seen of me?” Sam winked.

 

I thought I better not admit to seeing more of Ella than I had of Sam already!

 

“I wasn’t offering to train you both.” I corrected her quickly, “In fact, I only committed to get you ready for this race.”

 

“I was only joking.” Sam grinned, “I don’t think you’d cope with both of us! Anyway, that’s enough about my little sister. When you say you only committed to get me ready for this race, if I wanted to carry on running would you continue to train me?”

 

“Are you thinking carrying on then?” I asked.

 

“I enjoyed the race. I even enjoyed the training – most of the time!” she added sardonically, “I’d really like to get more competitive. I’d like to do more races, and improve my personal best.”

 

I suppose I should come clean at this point and admit that I was dreading my coaching relationship with Sam coming to an end. I’d grown extremely fond of her; I enjoyed every minute that I spent with her. I looked forward to seeing her for our regular training sessions more than I imagined possible. She had motivated me to start running once more, and through Sam I could be competitive again. Besides which, she was stunningly attractive to look at! She made me feel young again. Confession time: I’d been aroused more often in this last nine weeks than for a long, long time. Learning that she wanted to continue was music to my ears, .

 

“What are you thinking?” Sam asked, abruptly bringing me out of my reverie.

 

“You want to carry on then?” I asked, keen to double-check that I’d understood her correctly.

 

“I will if you will!” she giggled suggestively, “Carry on training I mean.” she winked.

 

“I’d love to.” I gushed.

 

As we sat chatting I couldn’t help but have frequent, surreptitious glances up Sam’s little black dress at her lacy black panties. Needless to say I was aroused – again! We finished our drinks and I went out to the kitchen to top our glasses up with Champagne. Sam must have seen the obvious bulge in my trousers as I handed her full glass back to her. She had a wry grin on her face.

 

“You don’t have to get me tipsy to see it Old Man.” Sam smiled, “I’ll show it to you even if I’m stone-cold sober.” she continued.

 

“Sorry?” I asked, I’d genuinely lost track of our conversation.

 

“My nunny.” Sam said simply, “You don’t have to get me drunk for me to show you my nunny.”

 

“No, that wasn’t my intention.” I replied sounding guilty even though it was the truth.”

 

“I believe you.” Sam giggled, “So, would you like to see it now? I’m ready to show it to you, assuming you still want to see it?”

 

“Yes please!” I gushed, “I thought you’d chicken out. That you were only teasing me.”

 

“As if I would! I always keep my promises.” she smiled, “Although I do enjoy teasing you.”

 

Sam put her glass down and stood up, a playful smile on her face. I looked on in disbelief. So this was it. The most strikingly stunning girl I’d ever met was standing directly in front of me in my lounge, in an extremely short black dress about to reveal her intimate parts to me. It was unbelievable; I was in heaven. My pulse was racing. My member was stiffening even more in anticipation, and for once I wasn’t embarrassed that she could probably see the bulge in my trousers. I guessed she’d worn such a short mini dress so that she wouldn’t have to lift it too far to reveal her panties, which she could then pull down slightly and easily expose her nunny to me. I was breathless with expectation and excitement.

 

Imagine my surprise then, when instead of lifting her dress up, she undid the zip at the back, let the dress slip seductively to the floor around her ankles and then step out of it. I gasped as I took in the splendid view of her athletic body dressed in just a lacy black bra and matching panties. She smiled broadly as she saw me gawping at her.

 

“Do you like my undies?” she posed, “I know you've been looking at them all evening. I put them on especially for you; they're the sexiest ones I've got. I don’t normally wear black. I’m usually a pastel colour person – white, pink, pale blue or yellow. Or I don’t wear any knickers at all.” she sniggered.

 

“I know. I’ve seen.” I managed to utter.

 

“Naughty!” she chuckled, “What would you like me to take off next? My bra or my knickers?” she grinned.

 

“Sorry?” I questioned, taken aback by Sam’s proposal, “I was only hoping to see your nunny.”

“You can see my nunny for getting me under fifty-minutes as I promised; I’ll show you the rest as a ‘thank you’ for all that you’ve done for me, and for agreeing to carry on training me.” Sam smiled.

“Really? Do you mean that?” I questioned, “What totally naked?”

 

“Of course. Totally!" Sam giggled, "So what’s it to be, bra or knickers?”

 

“Bra?” I said uncertainly, not believing that Sam meant it.

 

Sam unfastened her black, lacy bra, removed it and tossed it onto the sofa. She stood before me in just her tiny black knickers. To begin with her long blond hair cascaded over her chest obscuring my view. I coughed a little ‘Ahem’. Sam giggled, apologised and brushed her silky locks to the side to fully reveal her cute little boobs. Sam’s breasts were small – about the size of an orange – round, firm and perky. Her areolae and nipples were fawn-coloured, only slightly darker than the surrounding fleshy mounds. I starred at them – mouth open – they were delightful.

 

“I realise they’re not very big.” Sam was saying apologetically, “Not even as big as my little sister’s. But they’ve firmed up since I’ve been running regularly. I see you’re taking a keen interest in them, are you looking to see if I’ve got ‘jogger’s nipple’?” she giggled.

 

“No, not at all. They’re adorable.” I sighed approvingly.

 

“Thank you.” she said, “Knickers next?” she continued, unabashed.

 

I nodded incredulously, thinking I must be in a fantastical dream. So this was it; the moment we'd teased about for so long. Sam gripped her sexy little knickers and, without any hesitation whatsoever, pulled them down, taking them off one leg then the other, and then tossing them nonchalantly onto the sofa. Sam stood in front of me totally naked from head to toe, her legs spread apart slightly, seemingly unfazed that I could see everything.

 

Sam had the full ‘Brazilian’ look of a shaved or waxed genital area, ubiquitous among modern young women (so I'm told!). Neither her inner nor outer lips protruded to any significant extent, giving her pudenda a smooth, neat, dainty and tight appearance. It looked so inviting.

 

“Well?” she asked, “I trust it lives up to your expectations? I know you've been waiting to see it for quite a while.” she smiled provocatively.

 

“It’s wonderful!” I purred, staring at her nether region, “Sorry, I mean you’re wonderful!” I corrected.

 

“If we go into your bedroom I can give you an even better view of it.” she whispered suggestively.

 

I couldn't imagine how she could possibly give me a better view, nevertheless I quickly went to my bedroom door – as I mentioned earlier I live in a bungalow – switched on the light and ushered Sam through. I was thankful I’d put fresh bedding on the bed and placed scented candles in there. As she passed me I couldn't resist giving her a gentle slap on her adorable bare bottom.

 

“Naughty!” she admonished me playfully, “It smells delightful in here. It was a bit presumptuous of you to put scented candles in the bedroom, Old Man. What were you intending?”

 

I blushed slightly but didn’t explain myself. I followed Sam into the room, gazing lovingly at her peachy, round bum cheeks. She sat on the bed then laid back and spread her legs. She used her fingers to part the sides of her vulva so I could see it in more detail. Although the outside was pale pink, the inside was deep purple, the same plummy shade as her sister’s had been. I wondered if the deep colouration was hereditary. For the second time today, I had a vision of her mum’s intimate parts – I quickly dispelled the thought from my mind. I stared incredulously between Sam's legs, not believing that I'd seen both Sam and her sister's pussy in one day!

 

“Well, what are you waiting for? Are you going to strip off and join me?” Sam asked, breaking me out of my daydream, “My nunny won’t wait all day!” she giggled lasciviously, leaving me in no doubt what she meant.

 

I quickly undressed. When I took off my boxers and revealed my erection, Sam gave a low whistle and said. “Not bad for an old man!” Once I was naked I climbed on top of her and within moments I was inside her.

 

What followed next was wild, frenetic, frenzied, tumultuous, wanton and ultimately explosive. In less time than it had taken Roger Bannister to famously run a mile I had emptied my balls inside her. Breathing heavily, I rolled off her totally sated and drained - literally and figuratively! I knew that as soon as I got my breath back I owed Sam an apology for peaking so quickly. Sam was breathing heavily too; but she recovered much quicker than I did, and it was her that spoke first:

 

“I’m so sorry! I guess I must still be hyped-up from the run. Or perhaps the Champagne went straight to my head because I’m de-hydrated. Or maybe the anticipation has been building up for so long. I was having an orgasm as soon as I felt you inside me. It felt great though!” she declared, “I hope I wasn’t too rough with you?”

 

“Not at all.” I sighed with relief, “You were amazing! Everything I imagined and more! I thoroughly enjoyed it. We made a bit of a mess of the bed though!”

We straightened the sheets out as best we could without either of us getting off the bed. Once we were comfortable we cuddled up together; it felt so natural, so sensual, feeling Sam’s gorgeous naked body pressing against mine. The feeling was almost primeval, dating back to when our caveman ancestors slept naked, and having a partner in bed was a way to keep warm and offer protection against predators. It is believed that hugging leads to a release of oxytocin - the ‘feel good or love hormone' - into your body, just as can happen during running and other exercise. I can confirm that I was certainly ‘feeling good’ wrapped in Sam’s arms.

At some point during our embrace we moved on from post-coital caressing to foreplay. Sam was stroking my member; I was kissing her little breasts.

 

“It’s going stiff again!” she giggled excitedly, “Can I go on top this time please? I’ll try to make it last a bit longer, I promise.”

 

Sam may try to make it last a bit longer but I wasn’t sure that I could, especially with what she did next. With me lying flat on my back, Sam straddled me so that I was looking up at her beautiful face, long golden-blond hair and those exquisite little tits. She was smiling cheekily. She was supporting her weight on her haunches so that her tight little nunny was in full view suspended above me. Holding my erect member, she pushed my foreskin back to expose my sensitive dome. I watched entranced as she lowered her nunny towards it and brushed against it, only just giving it a whisper of contact. It sent a shiver of pleasure up my shaft and throughout my body.

 

She leant forward so that her silken hair cascaded softly onto my chest. I reached up and squeezed her adorable little tits, noticing how her nipples were darker and more erect. She dipped even further forward so that we could kiss lips to lips. Meanwhile she continued to rub my sensual knob against the equally sensual soft lips of her vulva. She stopped kissing me and whispered closely to my ear:

 

“Are you ready to go in again now?” as if she was asking a child if they wanted to go back into the swimming pool.

 

I nodded that I was, then watched bewitched as she returned to an upright position and lowered her cute tight nunny towards my rigid member. It never for one second looked as if it would fit, but like a fish swallowing prey, her nunny stretched to accommodate my cock. I had expected her to lower herself so that my member was fully inserted and then for her to slide up and down on it, but she didn’t take it right in. Instead she only inserted it about an inch – just beyond my dome – and then she started to rock back and forth on it. I could see the intense pleasure etched on her contorted face; she bit her lip and breathed rapidly, gasping: ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’. It felt so tight but even so I watched in disbelief as she inserted a finger alongside my member and started pleasuring herself. She then began rocking side-to-side for a while before finally gyrating in a circular motion as if she was twerking on my cock. By this time she was gasping: ‘ Oh my God!’ repetitively and I could feel her getting wet. I couldn’t hold on any longer; I grasped her bottom with both hands and forced her down on me. I was deep inside her when I felt myself squirting out multiple times. It was my time to cry out breathlessly: ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’.

 

Once we were both spent Sam got off me and laid by my side facing me; she still managed to look angelic.

 

“That was fun. Sex is so much better now that I'm fitter. ” she murmured softly, “I've got you to thank for that. Thank you.”

 

“Don’t thank me, you did all the work.” I whispered, not yet breathing as regularly as Sam was managing to, “I’ve desperately wanted that for nine weeks.”

 

“We’ve only known each other nine weeks!” Sam giggled, “You mean to say you’ve been wanting to have sex with me since day one?”

 

“Yes. Almost every day!” I admitted, “I’ve had to fight so hard to resist the temptation to get you in the bushes, pull down your jogging bottoms and knickers, and make love to you during our runs.”

 

“Naughty! “ Sam admonished me, “There’s no way I would have contemplated it at the outset. But there have been times since that if you’d asked I would have let you.” she chuckled.

 

“I wish I’d known!” I whimpered.

 

“I knew that you sometimes had an erection when you were running with me.” Sam acknowledged, “But I didn’t know you were that into me.”

 

“I thought I kept my manhood hidden?” I blushed.

“Barely!” Sam admitted, “I regularly had to fight the urge to pull down your jogging bottoms to look at it!”

 

“Naughty! “ I admonished her, “If you’d asked I would have let you.” I chuckled.

 

“I wish I’d known!” she whimpered.

 

We laughed and playfully petted each other. I looked longingly at Sam. She was absolutely gorgeous.

 

“I suppose I ought to get you home.” I sighed resignedly, “Your parents will be worried about you.”

 

“There’s no need. I’ve booked tomorrow off work to recover from the run.” Sam assured me, “And I’ve already told my parents that I was staying over at yours.”

 

“Now who is being presumptuous?” I smiled.

 

“I didn’t tell them I’d be sleeping with you.” she clarified, “Just that you’d promised to do some post-race exercises with me.”

 

“I’ve never heard what we just did called that before!” I laughed, “I need to ensure we include it in your training regime!”

 

“You will continue to train me then?” Sam asked, “As I said earlier, I’ve got the bug for running now and would like to do another race.”

 

“I’d be delighted to; on the understanding that we can do some more post-race exercises?” I winked.

 

“I’m sure that can be arranged. I may even include some pre-race exercises as well!” she winked back. 

 

We carried on with light-hearted banter for a bit longer, then Sam yawned and admitted that the events of the day were finally catching up with her and she needed some sleep. We kissed goodnight and within minutes she was dozing delightfully beside me wrapped in my arms, seemingly without a care in the world. I must have dozed off myself soon after, feeling euphoric and contented.

 

It was after dawn when I awoke because there was bright sunlight streaming into the room. My first instinct was that everything that had happened with Sam during the night had been an awesome dream, and I’d wake up on my own. But when I opened my eyes there was Sam’s gorgeous hair spread out on the pillow beside me. As well as that I could smell her distinctive scent and discern her steady breathing as she slept. We were laying together, both naked. It hadn’t been a dream!

 

Sam must have shifted in her sleep during the night and that’s what had woken me. We were now laying in the classic spoon position facing the same way. I was the ‘big spoon’ lying on my side with Sam the ‘little spoon’ also lying on her side in a foetal position with her soft peachy butt pressed into my groin and her back against my stomach. My top arm was wrapped around Sam’s torso and I held one of her cute little boobs in my hand, like a child clutching a comfort blanket. She looked so innocent, so vulnerable.

 

The sensation of Sam’s soft bum cheeks against my cock had made me go hard again. I let go of Sam’s boob and used my top hand to find Sam’s butt hole. She was relaxed enough that I could slide my member in. Sam groaned slightly as it went in but it sounded more out of pleasure than out of pain. It was a tight fit so I didn’t attempt to penetrate too far; I didn’t need to, the sensation on my cock was electric. I gyrated my pelvis, and for the third time tonight I discharged. Sam murmured incoherently but contentedly. As my cock went flaccid inside her, I dropped off back to sleep, a broad grin on my face.

 

When I woke up the next time it was broad daylight. We were laying on the bed facing each other. Sam was already awake; she had a suspicious look on her delightful face.

 

“Morning Gorgeous.” I said, sleepily, “Feeling okay after all of yesterday’s exertions?”

 

“Morning Old Man.” she replied, I noted a sense of apprehension in her voice, “I think I’m fine, although I won’t know for sure until I get up.“

 

Sensing her apparent concern I sought to reassure her. “I’m sure you’ll be okay; you may be a bit stiff for a while but you should recover quite quickly – you’ve got youth on your side and you did enough training.”

 

“To be fair, I’m not too concerned about recovering from the run.” she said, hesitantly.

 

“No, what then?” I pressed.

 

I saw that Sam’s face was flushed red; she looked both embarrassed and suspicious.

 

“Last night I dreamt, or at least I think I dreamt, that you took me up the bum.” she whispered sheepishly, “Was I dreaming or did you really do it?”

 

It was my turn to blush. I couldn’t lie to her.

 

“It really happened. I’m sorry.” I admitted shamefacedly, “If it’s any consolation, I didn’t go in very far.”

 

“Phew! That’s a relief!” Sam grinned, exhaling audibly.

 

“Sorry?” I asked, puzzled.

 

“I could feel my bum was wet and I thought that I’d shat myself!” she laughed, all the previous tension dissipated from her voice, “Now I know that you’re to blame, I can relax.”

 

Indeed, we could both relax! She edged forward and we kissed.

 

“So, what does a girl have to do to get breakfast in this place?” she smiled, “After what we got up to last night I’m quite peckish.”

 

“Just chill out. Give me fifteen minutes to have a shower and cook you something, then join me in the kitchen." I replied.

 

I swung my legs off the bed and stood up, totally relaxed that Sam could see me completely naked, including my – now flaccid – member.

 

“Not bad for an Old Man.” she joshed as I left the room.

 

I quickly showered. I didn’t bother to dress; after I’d dried myself I wrapped myself in a white fluffy bath robe and secured it with a belt. I went through to the kitchen, put the kettle on and started to prepare some scrambled eggs and toast.

 

I was soon joined by Sam. She was wearing one of my shirts and her black knickers; that’s all. She hadn’t put her bra on and she hadn’t bothered to button up her shirt, as she moved I got a tantilising glimpse of her little boobs. She looked ravishing.

 

“I hope you don’t mind but I borrowed one of your shirts.” she said as she entered the kitchen.

 

“It looks better on you than it does on me.” I said, cheesily, “I see you’ve left it undone, is that because today is Monday, boob inspection day?” I joked.

 

“It is?” she chuckled, “You better do it then.” she continued, opening up her shirt to reveal her perky little tits.

 

I stepped forward, took them in my hands and gave them a good-humoured squeeze. Sam giggled and I noticed that her nipples firmed up immediately.

 

“They seem fine. No sign of ‘jogger’s nipple’.” I reassured her, then added frivolously, “Good job it’s not the first Monday of the month.”

 

“Why’s that?” Sam quizzed, looking blankly.

 

“Traditionally that’s nunny inspection day!” I said, tongue-in-cheek.

 

Sam laughed jauntily, hesitated, and then grinned, “It is the first Monday of the month!”

 

“Is it?” I faked surprise, “It is!” I confirmed as if in shock.

 

“It would be bad luck to break with tradition.” Sam winked, “You better carry out your inspection. All I ask is that when you touch it that you make sure your hands are warm.”

 

I was incredulous. Sam had just invited me to inspect her nunny, and not just look at it, but touch it too.

Momentarily I had this exquisite vision of Sam’s mum, Sam and her sister Ella, all standing in a line with their panties around their ankles waiting for their nunnys to be inspected; I quickly dispelled the thought from my mind so that I could concentrate on the job in hand – so to speak! I got down on my knees and knelt at Sam’s feet so that my eye-line was level with her panties. I hesitated.

 

“Go on then, pull them down.” Sam encouraged, “It’s not like you haven’t seen it before!” she added with a chuckle.

 

I gripped her little black panties and pulled them right down to her ankles. Sam stepped out of them and then spread her legs slightly to give me a better view. I took in the charming splendour of her wonderful, tight nunny. I’d only seen it for the first time last night but it was already so familiar, like a favourite place that you just love to visit. I’d never tire of looking at it. Hesitantly I placed my hand on it and started to rub it gently with my fingers. Sam moaned appreciatively. Her soft, even-textured lips relaxed and invited me in. I inserted two fingers and almost immediately found her clit – this wasn’t difficult because Sam’s clit was quite large – about the size of a broad bean – compared to the relative confines of her vagina. Plucking at Sam’s clit caused her to groan loudly, her face contorted in pleasure.

 

“Oh my God that feels so good!” she swooned, “It’s even nicer than the dreamy panna cottas.”

 

I continued for a bit longer, Sam’s breathing got quicker and I could sense her getting damp.

 

“Are you erect?” she asked bluntly between gasps.

 

“Has the Pope got a balcony?” I replied rhetorically.

 

“You better put it in quick then otherwise I’ll finish before you!” Sam gasped, "That's if you want to?"

 

I quickly stood up and undid the belt on my dressing gown. My erection burst forth causing Sam to smile. She wrapped her arms around my neck and energetically hopped into my waist, acrobatically wrapping her legs around my body. I held Sam’s thighs and supported her in my arms, her magical little boobs pressing tight into my chest. As we kissed tenderly my stiff cock naturally homed in on Sam’s snug little nunny and slipped in. Sam whimpered as she felt it inside her. I manoeuvred Sam around so that I could push her against the wall and drive deeper into her. We were both panting hard and fast now; I was fully inserted as Sam gave her now familiar cry of: ‘Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes!’. I felt myself squirt a couple of times before my balls emptied, but I carried on dry-thrusting until Sam’s climax was over. We kissed for a while longer then separated. Sam picked up her panties, slipped into them and did up her (my) shirt.

"“Wow! That sure woke me up! I wasn’t expecting that this morning!“ she smiled, “I’m ready for breakfast now Old Man.”

 

We ate scrambled eggs and toast accompanied by mugs of tea. After breakfast Sam showered and changed into her sexy little black dress. As I drove her home we agreed to meet at the park later that afternoon to do a short recovery jog. Arriving at Sam’s place she leant across and gave me a peck on the cheek as we said our goodbyes. As she got out of the car I got a final glimpse of her sexy little black panties; despite all that we’d done I still found the view up her dress irresistible and intoxicating.

 

“Naughty!” Sam giggled, “I can see where you’re looking Old Man!”

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