I sat down on the leather sofa, and breathed out. “Scotch and chocolate cake. This is the best birthday I have ever had.”
“Come on, I want to see naked boy.” I was so hard, and just as she was saying that I was adjusting myself again. She was walking over to the treadmill now. She was serious, she was going to do her workout.
The room was silent, and before I poured the scotch I unzipped my jeans. The sound of the zipper was so loud, and she turned to watch as I stripped, standing with my cock straight out. The treadmill started and she was walking, with her back to me. I sat down and poured scotch, two fingers in each glass. Swirled mine around, and took a good sip.
I wanted her, wanted her in the worst way. Her hips swaying as she walked, her hair swaying back and forth over her shoulders with each step, watching as the treadmill sped up and she was in a light jog.
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Silently, I took a final swallow, set my glass down, got up and walked over to her; stood directly behind watching her ass bounce with each step. Her pace was picking up to a good fast pace.
“How long?”
“About Twenty minutes.” Her voice already getting winded.
I took a step right to the edge of the treadmill, directly behind her. I watched the muscles of her back move as she ran, listened to her breathing. Felt the pat pat pat of each step, and the bounce of her perfect ass. She could feel my presence, but let me stand as close as I wanted. I don’t think she cared what I did.
I reached out and ran my hand down her back, she pressed out against my touch, arching her back a little as she continued to run. Right at the small of her back my hand slipped along the sheen of sweat forming there. A shine of moisture from between her shoulder blades to the crack of her ass. I stroked lower and slipped my fingers into the crack of her ass, feeling the trail of moisture.
“You’re very wet.”
“Everywhere.” She panted out of breath.
And as she ran, she let me trail my hands over her naked body. I moved to the side of her and rubbed my hand over her hip and across her abdomen, also damp now with sweat.
“Dirty girl.” I cooed. Her cheeks red, she was breathing hard, holding to the bar at the front of the treadmill. Keeping her pace with the machine. I ran my hand up and down her front, gave her breasts a squeeze, and down her tummy, over her navel and abdomen, covering her bush with my hand giving her labia a little squeeze and back over her hip. She was looking over at me, giving me a be patient look, and eying my cock at the same time.
“When do your roommates come back?”
She shrugged, “Sometime tomorrow.” An eye to me, “Not early.”
I walked back and poured myself another scotch. At this point my cock ached, its tip ready to explode. I pushed on the head of my cock, it so wanted to be pressed, to be inside a cunt. Oh, agony. I swallowed another scotch, felt its buzz.
And with two fingers, I scooped up a dollop of frosting from my birthday cake.
“I could stay.”
Between pants now, “Hoping you would.”