The Jogger Ch. 01

Regardless of where she came from, she was in tremendous shape. As a former athlete, Roger was impressed with the woman's speed as she flew down his street, on what seemed to be like a decent length run. He began to wonder why this had been the first time he had seen this mystery runner.

A youthful erection sat stiff inside Roger's boxers, unlike any he had experienced in recent years. The sight of the runner had again awoken a sexual side of Roger's brain, which had been asleep for quite some time. He enjoyed sitting on the couch and daydreaming about the perfect body that had run past him. Precum began to soak his boxers, so Roger sat down the paper and began to stroke his cock to the thought of the girl. For the first time in years, Roger experienced a powerfully fulfilling orgasm.

Later that day on the golf course, Roger played his best round of golf ever, shooting a 74. Tim sat in the cart shocked as Roger played at a level he had never seen. Roger wasn't sure why he played so well, if it was the sexual release that he had experienced earlier in the day, or if he just had a good day. Regardless, he felt loose and comfortable on the course and reveled in beating Tim and earning his first free beer in the clubhouse in months.

"I'm not sure what you had for breakfast this morning, but I hope you don't eat it again. I may have to go back to work if you keep playing like you did today," Tim said before waving Stacey over to order their beers.

"I doubt you have anything to worry about. Just one of those days," Roger laughed as he took the bottle from Stacey and took a celebratory sip.

"That'll be five bucks," Stacey said looking at Roger.

"No sweetie, he doesn't have to pay today. Lucky bastard shot a 74, so these are on me," Tim grunted pulling out his wallet, "But enough about him, how are you doing today darling?"

Stacey sighed and began to playfully flirt with Tim in order to earn a decent tip. It was obvious she hated pandering to his advances, but she enjoyed the money that came from the high tipping clientele at the club. After Tim had gotten his fill, he slipped Stacey a few dollars and she happily moved down to a few of the other patrons.

"You know we are having our big Memorial Day party this weekend. You should really come for a little bit. Kim has invited a ton of her friends and I need a buddy to drink with." Tim said.

"I don't know. Kim doesn't seem to like it when I come around."

"She is actually the one who suggested I invite you," Tim retorted, "She doesn't dislike you as much as you think she does. She appreciates that you put up with me as a friend and would love it if you kept my drunk ass away from all her friends."

"Maybe I'll come over for just a little bit. Make sure you are keeping yourself out of trouble."

"Oh yeah! It is gonna be a fun time. You know you can't shut this party down," Tim yelled pointing at himself as he guzzled down the last half of his beer.

The next morning, Roger headed to the front yard to pick up his morning paper. He wishfully hoped to see the sexy jogger again, but was cautious about getting too excited. Two days in a row hardly constituted a tradition, especially considering Roger had never seen the woman running until just that week.

The sun was already glaring bright and the summer humidity was suffocating. Roger reached over to pick up the paper and glanced up and down the street. No sign of the mystery runner. Roger was disappointed, but still hopeful that she might run past. He moseyed his way along the front flower beds, pretending to appreciate the fine landscaping, while in reality he had a hopeful eye directed toward the road.

Suddenly, Roger made out the distant noise of a pair of running shoes clacking against the concrete. He directed his attention toward the road as the noise grew closer. Finally, the beautiful jogger came into view. Roger wanted to jump with excitement, but managed to stay coy as he admired from a distance.

There are very few moments in life where I man is truly awestruck by beauty. For whatever reason, only once, maybe twice if the man is lucky, will he ever experience a moment where he is absolutely overcome by a woman's beauty. For Roger, that moment was now.

For the first morning, the beautiful jogger had gone without a hat. It was the first opportunity that Roger had been able to admire the beautiful face of the mystery woman. The girl had a very cute face, as all of her features seemed so soft on her tanned face. Her blue eyes shown, even from yards away. Roger hardly noticed what the woman was wearing, as he couldn't look away from her face. She had an angelic presence, even while running.

The young lady glanced up toward Roger and their eyes locked. Roger was completely lost in the moment as he stood admiring the woman's beauty. Somehow, through his admiring trance, he managed to lift his hand and wave. The young woman flashed a gorgeous smile and lifted her hand to return the gesture.

As quickly as she had moved up the street toward Roger, she had flown past. Roger stood focused in on the bouncing brunette ponytail as it trailed off, carrying the sound of her shoes with it.

It seemed so silly to Roger that he was so enthralled with this young woman. She appeared to be in her early twenties, and was far out of his league even if they were the same age. He knew nothing about the girl, outside of she was an experienced runner of at least three days. Yet, his mind couldn't escape the thought of her beautiful smile and fit body.

The next morning, Roger peered out his front window hoping to see the runner once again. He knew it was unlikely as rain had been pouring since late the previous evening. His watching was fruitless, as the woman never ran past.

The weather had cleared by Saturday morning, just in time for Tim and Kim's big Memorial Day cookout. The Martin's lived in a large subdivision a mile down the road from Roger. Their home wasn't quite as nice as Roger's, but was still grand in its own right. The house would be viewed by many as an estate. The older home had been remodeled nearly a half dozen times to keep up with the changing times. The house sat on an amazing piece of land, which featured a massive backyard, pool with pool house and a dock that jettisoned out into a small lake. It was the perfect house for social gatherings, and Kim Martin was the perfect woman to host them.

Kim had a bit of the "Old South" in her. Originally from Mississippi, she was born to a wealthy cotton farming family. From a young age, she had been taught how to be the "perfect wife". This meant that she always had to look just right to go out in public, needed to be the ultimate support to her husband and must be able to throw a terrific party.

Kim succeeded in every one of these areas. Nearly every woman has had to run to the store in the middle of the night to pick up some eggs or milk from the grocery store. Most women would go in whatever they had on, but not Kim. Kim not only dressed perfectly, but she never even seemed to have a hair out of place. The tall thin blonde looked like a former Miss America and acted like it too.

As much as Tim flirted, you would think that Kim was neglecting him sexually; but this was far from the case. Tim had many times bragged about Kim's prowess in the bedroom and loved to mention how great her body was, even in her older age.

Roger arrived at the large house, as he managed to slide his BMW in between two cars parked in the front yard. The party must have already been underway, as cars filled the Martin's driveway and yard. Roger climbed the front steps and rang the doorbell.

"Well hello there, Roger!" Kim said as she answered the door, "So glad that you could make it."

Roger was not fooled by the fake smile plastered on Kim's face, nor the sweet southern twang that she used to greet him. He knew that she didn't like him, but he did his best to be cordial in return.

Kim led Roger to the back deck, which was packed with people. Music played over the outdoor stereo, as partygoers talked and laughed. Roger was your classic introvert software programmer and was highly uncomfortable in this type of environment. He searched through the crowd and finally found his buddy Tim sipping on a beer near the pool.

"Save any beer for me?" Roger said as he snuck up behind Tim.

"Hell naw, I drank every last one of them!" Tim laughed, as he had obviously already had quite a few.

Tim handed Roger a beer and they walked through the large backyard, chit chatting about how the party had gone so far.

"Kim was on my ass all morning to make sure everything was just right. I tell you what; I could live without all of these stupid parties she throws. She turns into such a bitch whenever anyone is about to come over. If it wasn't for the fact that it somehow turned her on and got me good sex later; I wouldn't have anything to do with these stupid things." Tim grumbled.

"Well it looks like everyone is having fun," Roger said, trying to give the party a positive spin, "I know that I saw a lot of people on my way in having a big ole time."

Tim was definitely starting to move from being buzzed to being drunk as he seemed unable to focus on anything.

"Dude, check out Kim's friend Marie! She got a boob job last month and she looks so fucking yummy now." Tim blurted, "Wonder if she'd let me touch them?"

"Tim, you need to calm down some," Roger said, worried about his friend, "Why don't we go back up to the pool and take a rest."

Tim angrily agreed, even though he made sure to emphasize that he was feeling just fine.

The pool area had a decent crowd around it, but the pool remained empty as the older guests didn't show any interest in showing off their swimsuit bodies. Tim and Roger took a seat at a table near the pool house, where Roger forced Tim to drink a bottle of water.

Whether it was the water or just the rest, Tim seemed to become more like his usual sober self. His words became less slurred, but his comments about the guests that he saw continued to be mean or inappropriate. Alcohol or not, the comments were just the way that Tim was.

Roger managed to switch the conversation to the NBA Playoff game from the night before, which was a more pleasant topic of conversation.

"Did you see that fade away that Curry hit last night? Man that was something!" Tim remarked, "One of my favorite players to wat-...Hey, Lindsey! Where you going?"

Tim had again lost focus on the conversation and was yelling at someone behind Roger.

"Come here! I can't hear you!" Tim continued to yell.

Roger turned to see who Tim was yelling at. A beautiful tan young woman walked across the pool deck from over near the pool house door. Roger instantly recognized the face, as it had been stuck in his mind for the past two days. It was the mystery jogger. Wearing short jean shorts and a tight fitting t-shirt, she looked amazing as it showcased a decent sized chest that had been previously hidden in her running attire.

"You've met my daughter Lindsey before, right?" Tim asked as the beautiful brunette stopped at the table.