Her breathing was getting heavier as she jogged faster.
“This what you expected?”
I said, “Your an angel.” I meant it. She smiled, letting go her bush and held onto the treadmill for a still faster run.
“Here’s your show! I can’t talk so much.”
And there we were, me naked on the couch. We had taken each other up on this little dare, this secret afternoon. My eyes were glued on her, as she stole glances at me.
After about thirty minutes that seemed like five, the treadmill slowed and she was walking. Between pants she breathed out, “I go into a little warm down here.”
When she got off she was covered in a nice sheen of sweat that made her glow. Her cheeks were red, and her lips swollen. Honestly she looked like she had just been through a session of vigorous sex, and her smell. Utterly intoxicating, the smell of her body, powdered cinnamon, sweet and pungent. I was going to say something like you look like you just fucked, or something like it but didn’t. Her hair disheveled, and her legs and torso shining, god she just glowed. As she stood in front of me, I was provided with the ongoing description of her routine.
“Want to see me do my stretches after?”
“Sure.” Now this she was doing right in front of me, right in front of the sofa, at my feet.
She stood with legs apart, chest out, and began twisting her torso back and forth. Not her back to me, but her front. Her little bush tucked between her spread legs. It was more than I could bear. So sweet. I wanted to touch her, but resisted. Her breasts swinging back and forth, her hair hanging over her shoulders, sticking to her cheeks. She smiled as I gawked and stroked my cock slowly.
Next, with her legs still spread, she put her hands on hips and did a few squats down and up. As she squatted down with legs spread, I could imagine what she would look like from behind.
“Uh, turn around.”
She met my eyes, with a sudden knowing glance.
She just said, “Pervert.” But obliging she actually did turn around with her ass to me.
Oh my God! With each squat I could see her pink pussy lips, like a little clam shell peek out from between her legs.
I gave an audible groan, and began tugging at my cock harder, basically pumping myself.
She turned at me while still bent over. “I take it you like?”
“Oh God you have no idea.” She was thrilled.
Still turned away, she put her feet together and began bending over and touching her toes. When she bent down at an angle to touch each foot with both hands, the twist gave me a little show of her anus. I melted.
“This is my last one.”
And then I noticed her juices leak out of her pussy, running in a little rivulet down her thigh. I almost came right there, and let go my cock. I swear I could have cum without touching myself if she kept doing that.
“Just a sec.” And she was gone. When she came back she had a hand towel and wiping her face and neck, and sat down at the end of the sofa. “I’m a sweaty mess. That’s the show. We have about a half hour.” And eying my cock, “I can tell you liked.”
“Sis, you have no idea. Thanks.”