The Buffalo Marathon

Note: This story was written with laxchick, who deserves full co-writing credit.
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Amanda
Its May.
I'm finished university.
It's almost a numbing feeling, and I've been spending some afternoons, when previously I'd have been studying like a maniac, just staring off into space in disbelief.
Unlike some of my classmates, I have a job lined up, a decent one, and even better, it doesn't start until October. I have a summer totally, completely, to myself.
It only takes a weekend of freedom though before I'm planning, and organizing. I'm an overachiever. In fact, that's what I used as my "biggest weakness" during my interview for the job I landed. I'm looking at the calendar, and thinking about goals to achieve over the course of the summer. I run often enough that a half-marathon shouldn't be too big a stretch for me, and looking at the Runner's World website, my eyes land on the Buffalo Marathon, İstanbul Escort which actually happens in just a few weeks.
Drive up the coast. Upstate New York. Get a hotel in Buffalo for a few days. And Dad, I know, is willing to let me ring some charges up on his Amex as a graduation present.
Fun.
Carter
I stop near the Thoreau Cabin, and check my Garmin, the midday sun shining down on me. 10 kilometers now, and even at an easy pace, my right knee is beginning to complain. Goddamnit. Buffalo is in two days. I'm not sure the knee is going to last the 42km of the marathon. It's funny, I barely noticed turning 30, nothing really seemed to change, but turning 35 was different, and the body isn't what it once was.
I lean into a tree and take my foot in my right hand, pulling it up behind me towards my ass. A few tourists are milling about the cabin, I've passed others on the trail around around Escort Bayan Walden Pond. I love running, and I love running here in particular. The sunlight shining through the leaves of the trees, the spray of dust behind me as my feet pound the the fine gravel of the trail.
Margaret and I used to run together here.
I stretch my left leg as well, then give them both a shake as I begin walking away from the cabin. One more lap of the pond? Two? I take a breath and push off, feeling strong - well, mostly strong. Some pasta tonight, the drive to Buffalo tomorrow. I feel so awkward about seeing Margaret that I've booked a hotel instead of staying with her. She moved to Buffalo about a year ago now, a year and a half... taking a job she couldn't refuse as an account manager with M while she kept her pussy trimmed.
I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. "Its summer," I said, "it's easier when I wear a bikini."
"Any Eskort other reason?" She asked, moving her palm a bit harder against me.
"Oral is a lot more fun" I smiled.
"And?"
"I like how it looks, and it drove my ex crazy," I said.
"This is going to feel so good baby." Her fingers danced on my pussy, and immediately I was in heaven. I could feel her middle finger move up and down between my lips from my clitty to my ass. She kept caressing me, touching me. Then she pulled her finger up my pussy and rested it on my clitty. She slid her left arm under me, cradling me, embracing me. She kept focusing on my clit now. I closed my eyes, buried my face into her neck and cheek and my breathing started to get laboured. I felt that sensation building up, and I nudged my lips to her neck and kissed her. She leaned into me and kissed me on the forehead, then my nose, then I looked up and she kissed my lips. She whispered how adorable I was. I bent my neck back, feeling my orgasm get close, the excitement of the whole day of meeting and being with her was ready to release. I felt like I couldn't catch my breath. I held Denise tightly and felt the orgasm coming.