The Marathon Weekend Pt. 05

He awoke from his nap and felt a deep ache in his heart where Jenny had been just a couple of hours before. He had been positive that he loved her as early as a year before, but his pure physical and emotional need for her when she was gone just made him more sure of it.

Since they resumed talking once again a few months before, he tried to leave Jenny alone when she wasn't online or she didn't message him first. He knew that she was busy with work, her family and a long list of duties and responsibilities and he didn't want to make himself just another thing she had to worry about. "Low maintenance," he told himself, as hard as it was to refrain from constantly texting and checking in with her.

He picked up his phone and opened the UberEats app to see what type of dinner he could get. He decided on a lasagna from a local Italian restaurant and punched in the order, turning on the TV and flipping through the channels as he waited, half his mind on the events of the past few days, the other half, trying to pay attention to the mindless sit-com on television. Eventually the knock at the door signaled that his dinner was there and went to collect his food. He returned, sat on the couch and pulled up the coffee table to eat on and slowly consumed his meal. His phone pinged and he checked it, noticing it was already 9pm.

"Now that the kids are asleep, I'm getting my gear ready for the half marathon," Jenny had written to him.

That text was followed by a photograph of Jenny in her blue lacy bra and panties framed against the foot of her bed with her running clothing spread out on top of it.

He smiled to himself, put down his plastic fork and knife, took a swig of his water and swallowed. He texted back, "You might want to reconsider that choice of underwear... might not be the best for athletic endeavors."

He put down the phone, cut off another piece of lasagna and popped it into his mouth, chewing heartily. He could only manage half of his attention on the TV as he waited for a response from his love. Several minutes went by before the phone pinged again.

"Is this better?" read the text that accompanied the photo of Jenny, naked from the waist up, holding up a sports bra with one hand (as the other was holding the phone to take the selfie). He marveled at her breasts, her pointy nipples and the curves of her hips.

"Much better," he wrote. "Much, much better."

There wasn't as long of a pause this time before his phone pinged. "All right big boy. That's all you get. I'll see you tomorrow." A kiss emoji followed. His heart soared.

"Sleep well. I'll see you tomorrow," he replied.

He tried to turn his attention back to his dinner and the television but he couldn't take his mind off the pictures that, by now, had disappeared from his phone. His cock was getting hard but he didn't want to jerk off again. He wanted to save himself for Jenny tomorrow.

He polished off the lasagna and then opened a crossword puzzle on his phone. He was about three-quarters of the way through it and a wave of exhaustion came over him. He looked at the time and it was quarter after 10pm and he decided he would turn in.

He went to sleep with naughty thoughts of Jenny drifting through his mind.

*****

He woke up at 6am and found he was hard as a rock. Apparently, as satisfying as the sex with Jenny was, he was still horny for more. Well, more of her, at least.

He used the restroom and drank some water, getting dressed for a short easy run before he went to the race route to go watch Jenny as she ran the half marathon. He enjoyed the cool air on his face as he ran for 2 1/2 easy miles. This was his last "shake out" run before the marathon. Always something he loved but dreaded. This phase of the training was the "taper," when he drew down his mileage in order to let his body rest and recover. Basically, at this point in his training, the best he could hope for is to not do anything to hurt himself or do something that might negatively impact his marathon. So he paid close attention to how he felt and where he was placing his foot on each stride, making sure that his footing was secure. A sprained ankle now would be disastrous.

He looped back to the hotel and grabbed a breakfast sandwich from the Starbucks right by the hotel. He proceeded to his room, and scarfed down the food, then undressed, showered, shaved and made himself as pretty as he could.

He checked his phone and there was a message from Jenny asking him to be at Mile 11 on the half-marathon course. He looked at the time and noticed that the race would have begun already. He looked at a course map and found Mile 11. He had made a sign that said "Jenny, you inspire me," and he grabbed it and headed out to the prearranged place on the course.

He enjoyed the energy of the crowd and reveled in being on this side of the barriers. While it was a little more sparse than it would have been pre-pandemic, there was still an energy that he knew would transfer to the runners themselves and help them towards the finish line. He looked at his watch as he arrived near Mile 11, staking out a spot at the metal barrier that gave him some social distance from others around him. He started doing the mental math, figuring out when Jenny might be arriving at that point in the course, using her training times and paces as a guide to estimate when she might turn the corner and come into view.

He looked at his watch again. He shouldn't have to wait more than five or 10 minutes before she arrived. He watched the runners as they approached and passed his position. Men and women. Many were slim but others were a little larger, showing great grit to get through the 13.1 miles of a half marathon. Some wore costumes. Superheroes were a big theme as the occasional Captain Americas, Supermen, Wonder Women, Batmen-and-women and others ran by him. He missed this in-person race atmosphere and this was yet another reason that he was so happy that he had come to Chicago for the weekend.

He turned his attention up-course and watched for several more minutes before he saw her. Jenny was running with her dad and he could see them running his way together. Jenny looked a little fatigued and ragged, but he could still see her beauty radiating towards him. He could see her eyes scanning the crowd for him. He raised his sign and waved and shook it back and forth. He saw the recognition on her face, a brief smile, as their eyes locked. She guided her dad to that side of the road and stopped briefly in front of him.

"Hey," she rasped, her breathing heavy while she started to stretch out her legs.

"What are you doing stopping," he said. "You got this, Jenny. Great job, Jenny's Dad."

Jenny's dad smiled, also breathing heavily. "I'm Eric. You are?"

"Sorry. I'm Rick. An old friend of Jenny's. I just happened to be in town this weekend for work and she told me she was running," he said, not knowing how much of their relationship Jenny had told her father about. "Get going, you guys! I'll see you after the finish!"

He watched as the two of them took off again and he did admit that it was a great view of Jenny's ass as she ran towards the finish line, just a couple of miles away.

He started walking casually towards the end area. He knew that he wouldn't be able to get very close at the finish due to the new regulations in place for COVID. He found a place not too far from the finishers' area and texted Jenny his location.

Maybe 30 minutes passed before Jenny came into view once more, a medal around her neck and her two kids walking by her side with her mom helping to corral the little ones. Her dad also wore his medal proudly with his arm around his daughter. He saw Jenny say something to her parents, hand off her daughter to her mom and she came his way.

"Can I hug you?" Rick asked.

"If you don't mind my sweat all over you," Jenny responded.

He leaned in to hug her, holding her close and whispering in her ear, "You know I don't mind at all." He broke the embrace, knowing the eyes that were on them. He hoped that he hadn't betrayed more than a friendly hug, but he couldn't be sure. He noticed that she was crying a little bit as they broke the hug. "Are you ok?" he asked.

"Oh yeah. You know how you get emotional when you're this tired and spent," she replied, wiping some tears from her face.

"Sure," he said. "So what's the plan?"

"Umm," she said, collecting her thoughts. "Give me a few hours to spend with the fam, then maybe an early dinner and then some time back at your place?" she suggested.

"That sounds like a great plan," he said, smiling. "Ok, get back to your family. You were great out there! I'll see you later."

She turned and once again, he got to watch her ass as she walked away.

******

Somehow he whiled away the next few hours, doing some work and hanging out in his hotel room, trying to stay off his feet as much as possible. By the time his phone dinged with her message, he had showered again and was lounging in his underwear. She told him that she was downstairs and had brought dinner with her.

He texted back that he was famished and she should come right up. He didn't bother putting on any more clothing and waited for the knock at the door. When it came, he opened the door to see her standing there with a take-out bag that had a delicious aroma emanating from it. She was wearing a pair of yoga pants and a light tshirt under her coat and walked into the room gingerly.

He hugged and kissed her, lifting her off the ground in a passionate embrace. When he let her go, she put down the bag and fully returned his embrace, kissing him deeply, her tongue probing his mouth. He ran his hands over her body and realized that she must be sore from her race.

He broke the kiss and suggested, "Why don't you lie down on the bed,"

She carefully walked over and lay down on her back. He got on top, straddling her waist and started pulling her top off. "Already?" she asked him.

"Just wait," he responded. After he got her top off, exposing her cute but functional sports bra, he started pulling off her yoga pants to reveal nothing underneath. "Commando," he commented. "Nice choice."

As he pulled them off, he turned her over so that she was laying on her stomach, and began to massage her sore, tired muscles. He started at her feet, applying pressure to the soles, one at a time. He could feel the tired muscles in her feet relaxing as he rubbed them, spending extra time there, as much as he'd like to move higher. He wasn't much of a "foot man" but he did like the way her feet looked, and he especially liked the moans escaping from her lips as he rubbed them.

He finally moved upwards, working on her Achilles' tendon and calves. He knew from his own experiences that her calves would need some work and he applied fairly heavy pressure to loosen them up, one after the other.

Another area that runners really worked hard in a long race was the hamstrings. He couldn't help but notice the sexy curve of them as they joined with her firm, feminine ass. He took his hands to the left hamstring, starting just above the hollow of her knee and sensuously ran his hands up and down the muscle, applying firm pressure. He kneaded and squeezed, then moved to the other one, enjoying her ability to let go and relax in his hands.

He rubbed her rear muscles firmly, pretending he was a sports massage therapist rather than her lover, digging deep into the tired muscles rather than caressing and possibly spanking her behind.

He moved upwards, giving somewhat more than cursory attention to her back and neck before asking her to turn over. He suspected that she had drifted off almost to sleep while he was massaging her as she slightly jolted at the sound of his voice. Realizing where she was, she turned over, lifting herself up to take off her bra and to kiss her lover, noticing that his cock was bulging in his boxer-briefs.

"You've got me naked and at your command, Rick. Why don't you join me?" she asked.

He complied, removed the underwear and she ogled his semi-rigid penis with her eyes, reaching out to take it in her hand. "Uh uh," he said as he took her hand and lay her back down. "I'm not finished with you yet."

She lay back but propped her upper body up on her elbows but he told her to lay back and relax. "Close your eyes. I promise I won't take advantage of you if you fall asleep," he assured her.

"That's what I'm afraid of," she retorted. Still, she obeyed his direction and lay back, giving herself over to him, whatever he had planned. She didn't like to be kept in the dark, but she trusted Rick enough to go with it.

He resumed his massage, starting on her calves but working around her legs this time. Then it was time to massage her strong, firm quadriceps. Working from just above the knee, he massaged deeply into her leg muscles and moving slowly upwards. At the point where the leg met her hip, he went to her other leg, starting again just above the knee, and working upwards. He could tell that she wasn't drifting off and while this wasn't exactly an erotic massage, he could see her naked pussy lips glistening with wetness. He admired her pussy, leaning down and licking a drop of her juices onto his tongue. Her eyes fluttered open as he did so and she murmured, "It's about time."

He smiled and enjoyed her taste, bringing his thumb in to rub her pussy up and down, marveling at the slickness. He had noticed that she was completely shaven now, no tuft of hair anymore. "What happened to the little bit of fur?" he asked.

"Needed to be completely smooth. To cut down air resistance, you know," she replied.

"Right," he sarcastically agreed. "All for speed. But there are some nice fringe benefits. I find it sexy as hell," he said, diving back into her pussy.

As he licked, she started to return to life after her brief nap. She started to writhe and moan and when he slid two fingers inside her while licking her clit, her hands grabbed the back of his head, holding his face in place. His fingers probed deeper, curling upwards as he licked and she bucked and moaned to climax. When she caught her breath and her movements calmed, she pushed his head away, saying "Okay, okay. I need a break."

He gave her pussy one last kiss and then kissed her mouth, pushing his tongue inside. She didn't mind the taste of herself on his lips and returned his kiss hard. She lay back on the bed. "Wow. I think that's exactly what I needed after the race. Thank you."

"My pleasure," he responded.

"No. MY pleasure. Holy shit, you're good at that," she said, still catching her breath.

"Well, you deserved a happy ending to your massage," he said. "Jenny, you deserve all the happy endings."

For the second time that day, she was overcome with emotion. He noticed her eyes welling up and asked if she was ok.

"Fine, fine," she replied. "I just don't think anyone has said anything like that to me in years." She sighed. "Thank you. Thank you for being here. Thank you for taking care of me. Trust me. The favor will be returned."

He kissed her. "You know I'm looking forward to that."

"But first, we eat," she said.

*****

They attended to their dinner, and Jenny was devouring her chicken parmesan sandwich. She had brought more Italian food (for him to carb load and for her to replenish her stocks), but he ate surprisingly sparingly.

"Aren't you hungry, Rick?" she asked.

"Not as much as you might think. I've been cramming carbs down for the last couple of days. I think I'm as fueled as I'm going to get."

She nodded and ate ravenously for a time before she, too, slowed down with still a third of the giant sandwich uneaten. They moved from the chairs to the bed, with her wearing one of his t-shirts and him wearing a t-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs. They propped themselves up on the bed, holding each other as they drifted in and out of consciousness. At one point, Jenny snored once loudly, jolting them both awake. They looked at each other and started to laugh. She snuggled into his chest and said, "I'm glad you laughed, Rick. I feel like I can be myself with you."

"I never want you to to not be yourself, Jenny," he said, and kissed her forehead. She leaned up to kiss him, gently at first but the kiss grew hungrier and more ferocious. She started biting and pulling his bottom lip between her teeth and moved down, lifting his shirt off and kissing his chest. She moved further down, kissing his stomach before she straddled his legs, her head just above his cock, which was now starting to tent his shorts. She sat on her haunches, his cock in her hand (through his shorts) and she looked like a lioness standing over her prize. She opened her mouth and grabbed his semi-hard cock through the shorts, pulling it upwards. She grabbed the waistband and pulled down, exposing his cock as blood filled it and it sprang upwards.

She wrapped one hand around it, her fingers and thumb barely touching due to the girth and, with a savage glint in her eye, she bent down and swallowed it whole. Rick was impressed. No one had ever managed to do that before, although only a few had tried (he hadn't had as many lovers as he would have liked). In addition to being intellectually impressed, his mind was blown by the experience of having his cock completely engulfed by his lover as she was manipulating her tongue around it.

Jenny slowly pulled her mouth back up the shaft, sucking the whole way until the head came out with a pop. She licked the head in circles before sliding her tongue down the shaft, tickling his balls, kissing them and sucking them one by one into her mouth while she slowly caressed his cock with her hand.

She took his cock into her mouth again, sucking on it, taking the head plus a couple of inches into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the head. She bobbed her head up and down, tightening her lips around it so that every stroke sent shock waves directly from his cock to the pleasure center in his brain. Her mouth worked its magic as she took about half of his seven inches into her mouth and bobbed up and down several times before he heard her inhale deeply through her nose as she dropped her mouth to the base of his cock, allowing all of it in her mouth and throat. She pulled off immediately this time, but as soon the head of his cock cleared her lips, she opened up and slid it down her throat once again. He let out an audible gasp as she repeated the maneuver, taking all of his cock on every stroke.

She held the base of his cock with one hand, balancing herself with the other while she bobbed up and down on the upper half again and again. Her hand started stroking up and down with her mouth as she started to increase her pace. "Oh fuck, Jenny," he said, unable to keep from uttering the words. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

She increased her pace and as soon as she started to feel the muscles in his cock and pelvis contract, she pulled away, letting the semen fly into the air to fall onto his stomach. Wave after wave of creamy white cum came from his cock as she watched it all intently, the round head of his circumcised penis getting covered in it.

"Oh my god," he said as the waves of pleasure subsided. "That was incredible, Jenny. I've never had a blowjob like that."

She looked him in the eye, his cock still in her hand. She slipped the head of his penis into her mouth and licked the cum off it, maintaining eye contact. "It was my pleasure, Ricky," she said as she released his penis from her mouth. She proceeded to lap up the rest of his cum from his body and moved up in the bed and lay beside him.

She turned on her side and he turned on his as they faced each other on the bed, their hands rubbing all over each other's body, kissing tenderly occasionally.

"All I want now," he said, "is to get hard again so I can fuck you quickly before you have to go." They both noted the time and it was already after she had said she would return but neither wanted her to go.