Wine Country Girl Ch. 04

Wine Country Girl Ch.04
It's back to reality for Alex...with a twist.
Best to read the chapters before this one to get the essence of the backstory!
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With my delightful sojourn to wine country now fading rapidly into my rearview mirror, I threw myself back into the mundaneness of my job back at the TV station doing the weather report. Unbeknownst to me, while I was gone they'd switched around my schedule and now I am on the morning news starting at 4:30 a.m. Ugh.
While I didn't exactly have a night life before, this pretty much guaranteed me of never having one as I now have to be up by 3 a.m. so I can be ready to go on the air. The schedule change also moved my days off to the middle of the week so now I'm doubly screwed for having any sort of social life.
Most of my female co-workers rallied around me after my break-up with Hunter but that also disappeared quickly. All except for Vince, the very married evening news anchor who's a perpetual horn-dog and has been constantly trying to get in my panties since the day I started at the station. He's good looking (and knows it) and is pretty well known around town as a guy with sketchy moral character. It's all borderline sexual harassment so that, along with my new crappy work schedule, has me seriously thinking about making a career change.
The one upside is that after my shift ends in the morning, I have my afternoons available for hitting the gym, going for a run or a hike. So now, my daily routine usually has me working out then coming home and stripping down and masturbating - most lately, to memories about my flings in wine country.
One cool fall morning I was particularly amped up so I decided to go for a run right after I got off work. I rent a place in this quaint little neighborhood with lots of big trees, quiet roads and open parks to run through (quaint is code for affordable since us on-air meteorologists don't make much doing the weather). Had I ended up marrying Hunter, we had plans to build a new home but that dream is now dashed for good and I obviously need to move on and figure out my Plan B.
I put on my usual running attire - thin yoga pants and just a sports bra despite the cool temperature. Truth be told, I love the feeling at that point in my runs when the perspiration from my body meets the cool air. My nipples are almost always hard anyway but the wetness never fails to bring out the best in them. I'm proud of my body and kind of like showing off my hard nipples when I'm out on my runs. Knowing others are staring at the "weather girl's" boobs always has the added effect of sending me closer to the edge.
As I ran through the streets and started working up a sweat, I replayed my trip starting with the wine tasting in Dry Creek at Privitino and that hot-blooded Italian Stacey. Shivers ran through my body as I thought about how she first cupped my breasts from behind and then let her fingers trace my erect nipples. They were as hard now as they were that day when she took them into her mouth and bathed them with her tongue. I could feel her hot breath on my neck, the fragrance of her freshly washed hair and her taste - ah the taste of her nectar as she straddled my face and ran her slit up and down my tongue as she rode my face to orgasm. I could feel the heat build inside me as I ran through my piece of suburbia, my hard-as-pebble nipples on display for any one that cared. I sure didn't.

Then I thought about Megan, the young college co-ed to be, who brazenly came onto me in the hot tub at the Bed