I was hot all over. The flush that had started at my face and neck was spreading downward. My exertion was causing perspiration to trickle down between my breasts jiggling against my loose cotton top. Now I could taste the salt on my lips and feel its sting in my eyes. I knew that my bright pink nylon shorts would soon be sticking to my bottom and a few other places. I hated to get my new birthday present sweaty, but that was the name of the game.
The game? My birthday present to myself. Pounding around the cinder track at the local high school on the hottest August day in years. When my latest birthday had put me in the category of thirtysomething, I had added running to my exercise routine. I had worked my way up to four miles, sixteen boring laps around the track. But I enjoyed the boredom because it left my mind free to think and notice things around me in a dreamy sort of way.
And a dream he was. Ahead of me on the track was the stuff of fantasies. Nearly nude in the unusual summer heat, his bronze skin glowed.
The muscles in his back and shoulders were taut, but he ran with a smoothness I envied. This morning was the third or fourth time he had joined me on the track. We had never spoken, but that only added to his mystique.
As he rounded the curve, I enjoyed the front view: well defined stomach muscles, a broad chest tapering to a slim waist, the black nylon running shorts beginning to adhere to him in the most intriguing places. He must have felt my eyes examining him because he raised his hands in a wave like gesture and smiled.
Our heated dance around the track continued in silence. I could feel his eyes on me, and my skin prickled from more than just the heat of my salty sweat. His footfalls came closer until I could hear his even, controlled breathing. I knew my pink shorts would catch his eye. And I guess the fact that they now clung to my body wouldn t hurt much, either.
As he swung alongside me, his brown eyes crinkled in anticipation of my breasts. Instead of passing me as he usually did, he shortened his stride and stayed next to me, matching my pace.
I tried to act nonchalant and prayed he wouldn t expect me to carry on a normal conversation. I still found it impossible to talk and run simultaneously.
But luckily he did most of the talking. Hot, he mumbled. I agreed. How many more? he added.
I thought a few seconds. More what? Heat? Idiots like me? Then I realized he probably meant laps. As I opened my dry lips to answer, he chuckled. I realized that I had lost count because of his handsome distraction.
He smiled as if he knew why I was so vague. Great. It s too hot to keep this up much longer. I m ready to drop. It was my turn to laugh. So this running wasn t as easy for him as I thought. I had a partner in agony.
As we rounded the track again we reached his small pile of warm up clothes and athletic bag. Suddenly he grasped my hand and pulled me over to the side of the track. Enough, he grunted. It s too damn hot. He knelt down and held out a container of water. It was cool spring water, an imported elixir. Join me.
Thanks. I took a swallow, but found that catching my breath and drinking didn t go well together.
As I sputtered, he said, Here. We better walk and cool down as we drink.
One lap later we had exchanged names, a few more laughs, and emptied the bottle. He watched me hold the bottle next to my still damp neck. His eyes wandered lower. You know, Erica, I have a much better way to cool down than this. He motioned toward the container.
With my mind on spas or pools, I said, Really?
Yup. And this place is right around the corner. His sable brown eyes held a glint of daring and something else I couldn t quite identify. Interested?
I had always found it difficult to turn down a dare, and those eyes made it impossible. Sure, Jeff. But I don t have a swimsuit.
His low chuckle sent shivers up my spine. You won t need one.
A few minutes later we walked into the cool interior of Jeff s home. I glanced toward the backyard. Not a pool or spa in sight. Puzzled, I joined him in the living room. His tanned body stretched out like a cat on the buttery leather sofa.
Here. Make yourself comfortable.
I grimaced as I sat down next to him. I can t, I m all sticky.
He sighed and stretched again. I know. So am I.
As if on cue, a tall, willowy blonde entered the room. She held out two terrycloth robes. Her blue eyes flickered over me as she smiled.
I turned in puzzlement to Jeff. He rose and said, Erica, I d like you to meet the lady in charge of my cool downs.
But . . .
Jeff continued as if I hadn t spoken. Rikki, how would you like to work on two people today? Are your fine fingers up to it?
Rikki s eyes danced with laughter. Jeff, hon, you really are very cruel. Can t you see how confused Erica is? She continued to explain as she handed us the robes. I like to give Jeff a cooling rubdown after he jogs. It s very refreshing.
It s more than just refreshing, Jeff added. Rikki is being her usual modest self. She is a physical therapist who knows just where it hurts. She takes all the kinks out.
I looked from Jeff to Rikki and back, watching them watch me. They were both so relaxed and smiling. Why not? I grinned. It sounds like heaven.
They led me to the master bedroom and the king size bed, with Rikki saying, I think I ll do Erica first, okay? Jeff nodded. Just slip off your top and lie facedown.
I pulled my damp top over my head with a small sigh. I glanced over at Jeff. His shoulders raised slightly as he gazed at my bare breasts, and he motioned me to the bed. Go on, he said in a husky voice. Relax.
Rikki touched me on the shoulder gently, urging me to lie down. This will feel cold at first. Ready?
Trying to get comfortable, I mumbled into the pillows. Then I jumped as the icy liquid hit my overheated back.
Relax, Jeff repeated. It s just rubbing alcohol.
Oh, yes, kept in the refrigerator, Rikki giggled. Her fingers worked the alcohol around my back. Soon it was warm and she began to massage my tight muscles. How does that feel?
Sheer bliss, I sighed.
Her hands worked across my shoulders and up to my neck. You re very tight here. Let me work this area a minute.
Quietly, Jeff sat right next to me and gently lifted my hair off my neck. His musky scent combined with the alcohol formed a heady perfume. I sighed again. I couldn t believe this was actually happening to me.
Rikki lightly tapped my rear and said, Okay, your hips and legs are next. As she spoke she deftly removed my running shorts and panties. Ready for more cold?
I scarcely heard her. Jeff s fingers were caressing my neck and hair. Before I knew it, four hands were massaging me. Rikki s hands were stronger and surer, but Jeff s soft touch caused a fire all its own. Together they slowly worked downward. Jeff had reached my waist as Rikki massaged my calves in gentle circles. And now it s time for the front, she breathed.
As I turned over, Jeff stood over me. His brown eyes seemed to question. I reached up and ran my hand slowly up his arm. I heard Rikki s quick intake of breath. You re beautiful, Erica.
My answer was drowned in a wave of icy alcohol on my chest. I tensed and jerked. My nipples rose to hard kernels. But very soon another wave hit me. Jeff continued to stroke my hair and neck. A wave of warmth surrounded me it smoothed and swelled, rolled and rose. Rikki s hands moved over my breasts softly yet firmly. Her lips pursed as she worked and her tongue moistened their dryness. Erica, spread your legs a little. My green eyes met her blue ones and she nodded, rubbing her hands together.
A trickle of some new warm fragrant liquid moved from my belly to my pussy. But she waited to touch me. She watched the tiny rivulets of oil move downward. I tried to lie as still as I could, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Like little streams, the oil ran through my heated slit to the towel beneath. I squirmed, and her fingers gently caressed my wet hair. I think it s Jeff s turn.
Her voice was so low, I almost didn t hear it. Jeff took her place at the foot of the bed. He was naked and magnificent. His silky cock was almost erect, and I longed to touch it. His beautiful brown eyes locked on mine as he said, May I?
Before I could make room for him on the bed, he grasped my ankle. No, Erica. Stay. His hand replaced Rikki s on my oil soaked pussy. His strong fingers parted my soft lips and then slid inside. I writhed on the bed and moaned. Seismic waves of pleasure swept through me as his glistening hand pounded rhythmically.
As I reached the edge of ultimate pleasure, I moaned, Jeff, let me touch you. Please. My hand closed around his shaft. I smiled and added, Besides, it s your turn.
Nestled in the classic sixty nine position, he stroked and petted my pussy. Now this, he growled, is my idea of a rubdown.
I didn t need any prompting to take his hot, erect member in my mouth. I licked and sucked it, and it stiffened even more. It was too soon for him to come, so I turned my attention to his balls. Jeff groaned as I mouthed one and then the other. Then my hands gave them a teasing massage of my own as I nipped and kissed his dick.
Jeff matched my playfulness. His hot tongue laved my moist cunt, and he nipped my clitoris as he lowered his mouth fully on me. I bucked and pushed my pussy hard against his face, sucking his cock in return. Suddenly he pulled away from me and thrust three of his fingers inside me. Gently at first, then even stronger, he rammed them swiftly in and out. At the same time, he kissed me on my belly, ankles, thighs, anywhere he could reach.
My climax started slowly and then became more intense. It spread until I sobbed at the wonder of it. The throbbing was so intense that I moaned and Jeff chuckled with satisfaction. When I was finally still, he asked wickedly, You cooled down yet, Erica?
I think so, I purred. How about you?
Not yet, babe, he answered as he pulled Rikki onto the bed. How long she had been naked and where she had been for the last few minutes didn t trouble me in the least.
She looked just as happy as I was. Lie down, big fella. She slapped him on the ass. I believe I said it was your turn.
It was his turn to jump as she poured the cool alcohol on his back and began to work her magic. It was pure delight to watch. His muscles twitched under her talented fingers. He sighed as he moved to ease what I was sure was a painfully rigid cock. She methodically moved her hands down his backside, over his buns and onto his hard thighs. My, my, she exclaimed as she pounded his legs, we are all tight today, aren t we?
You should see the other side, woman, he groaned.
Oh, I will, I will, she giggled.
With a mighty shout, he heaved himself off the bed and grabbed her around the waist. I think now is as good a time as any, he growled. He pushed her down on all fours on the bed and entered her swiftly from the back. He slammed her lustily and groaned with his eyes closed. She reached under and caressed his balls, matching his rhythm with her own. Finally he shook and shouted as he spurted inside her.
I was aroused again just by watching them. My pussy dripped with hot juices once more. I groaned and groped blindly for my pussy. Suddenly Rikki twisted away from Jeff. But Jeff, she pouted, I can t see you. You promised. She giggled again and pointed at the two of us. Silently she handed me the container of alcohol.
Jeff collapsed on his back, muttering, Have fun.
I winced as the icy liquid flowed through my fingers onto his chest, but he didn t move. I knew I could never be as good as Rikki at massages, but I was game to try. I smoothed the alcohol around his nipples. Then I leaned over and kissed them gently. The taste of alcohol made me decide to forgo the stuff. I tapped my fingers into his navel and down his trail of pubic hair. I marveled at the response. His limp dick twitched and pulsed. I knew a good thing when I saw it. I glanced at Rikki. So did she. She nodded as I reached for the massage oil to grease his rod. Tenderly I stroked the coolness as it turned to hot velvet in my hands.
Jeff reached out and pulled me toward him. His chest hair tickled my tits as I moved on top of him. He kissed me gently and pushed me into an upright position. I straddled him and guided his stiff dick into my wet and welcoming cunt.
Yes, yes, Rikki breathed. I watched her as she became aroused, and I beckoned to her. She shook her head, so I concentrated on moving slowly on the shaft that threatened to break me in two.
Yes, she moaned again. I want to see it. I want to see you two fuck.
Jeff stroked my clitoris as I rode him higher and faster, bucking and jumping. Suddenly Rikki sat next to Jeff s other hand. He expertly fondled her creamy love nest at the same time he did mine. I felt Jeff growing harder and hotter inside me while my own shattering ripples grew nearer.
Rikki threw her head back as Jeff s fingers rammed her. She panted and then gazed at Jeff s shining member disappearing into my pussy. As I repeatedly rose high above him only to swoop down, she gasped and moved faster against his busy hand. She was coming, and by the looks of her movements it was quite intense. Then suddenly I felt Jeff s balls tighten as his shaft exploded inside me. My own ripples became a tide of coming. I sighed and lay still on his chest.
A few minutes later Jeff whispered, How s that for a cool down?
Wonderful, I whispered in return.
As Rikki rose and turned toward the shower, she asked for a smile, Are you going running again tomorrow?