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Subject: The Reason I Run As you watch the last thirty minutes of your work day slowly tick by from your simple, modern desk, you want the time to pass quickly since the sky is beginning to darken. You know that in your Florida metropolis, it can be a beautiful sunny day one second, but the next will be drenching those who carelessly failed to bring an umbrella with them…amateurs. You are one of these amateurs. Time is getting closer now, and you almost believe you might be able to make it your car before the skies open up. About fifteen minutes before 5 o’clock, the dark gray clouds can longer hold back their onslaught and shed their wrath upon your city. SHIT!!! As you clock out and mentally take a snap shot of where you parked in the busy downtown area, you realize that because you were late to work that morning u took the first parking spot several blocks down. You contemplate taking the stairs (something you have told yourself you will do to get a little exercise in) but instead choose the elevator as you descend the four floors to the main entrance. You step out of your workplace, and take a deep breath. The rain is cleaning the air and it is actually refreshing, relaxing. After kızkalesi escort another fifteen minutes, you summon a little courage and get ready to sprint off into the downpour…your off!! This lasts about a block or so before you give up your fruitless attempt to stay somewhat dry. You know you will be soaked by the time you get to your car anyway, so you slow down to stride, head down to shield you from the pelting rain. Your J.O.S. Bank suit is soaked to the core. It’s nothing spectacular, but it does the job. The gray looks much darker now in this downpour. I look at my iPhone as I step out of my car and make a mental calculation of the time. 4:30. I usually run for about an hour. About fifteen minutes into the run, I feel a few drops of water and look to the skies. Much darker now then when I first started. How did I not notice? The familiar route I run. I was lost in my own thoughts and didn’t even notice the skies. I reach up and wipe the sweat from my eyes and look down at my arm. The light shiny sheen of sweat is getting hit by the rain, each spot becomes dull for a moment as the splattering rain washes away my natural cooling mechanism. The rain is coming down much tarsus escort harder now. I have removed my Express t-shirt and am holding it, twisted, around my neck. My black Under Armor shoes and Reebock work out shorts are soaked. The shorts are breathable and shed water quickly, so they miraculously are not sticking to my body. I am running, panting, soaked. I enjoy feeling the rain beat against my body. My head is thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open as I drink in the cool drops of water. Your head is down as you slowly trudge through the obnoxious rain, cursing under your breath as you try to think of what to wear to work tomorrow. Your only suit is not going to be wearable. Suddenly you are pulled back to reality, out of nowhere I bump into you so hard, that you end up on the ground. I turn around and start to apologize, then realize how sexy you look. We have a moment and I lean in to kiss you. After our passionate kiss, I help you up. Although you are completely soaked, I can still faintly smell the Dolce I roll off of you and jump off the hood. I turn you onto your side, your ass slightly off the front of the car. I fill you up completely, eliciting intense moans from you. anamur escort I start slowly with long, deep thrusts causing you to start asking….begging….for more, harder, deeply. I succumb to your requests and begin fucking in earnest. The rain has stopped now and the sun is breaking through the clouds. In a split second, you suddenly take control and pull me down onto the hood. You then roll over on top of me and sit on my dick. You have me so turned on. You begin to ride me. I grab the tie, and pull you towards me. Your shirt that was soaked and stuck to your back, held on only by the tie, is now beginning to dry in the sunlight. It falls like a drape around your body. I pull you in and kiss you in earnest. It’s so sexy. You lick my neck, and it is obvious to you that the rain has stopped because you can taste the saltiness of my sweat much stronger now. After about 15 minutes of this, you get up as I kiss you deeply. I slowly walk you to the driver’s side of the car. You are barely able to make it because of the pants around your ankles. I lean you against the car as I am kissing you. Your attention suddenly switches and you stop kissing me as you notice that I just opened the car door. When you look back up with a questioning look on your face, I smile slightly and step naked into the car. Shut the door. Before you realize what is going on, you hear the roar of the engine and jump aside as I speed off. The only thing that you have to remind you of the whole situation is the memory…my shirt…my shorts.
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