Weekend Fitness Partners (closed for SpicySpirit and PB26385)

[PB26385]

Tracy guided me in with her hand. She was already very wet and ready, allowing me to slide inside her smoothly and steadily. I do love making love with her – something we’ve gotten more and more used to doing almost every night, and often again in the mornings. It’s always a mix of just bonding together as a couple and raw animal passion. She looked at me intently with those blue eyes that haunt me.

I heard her say, “yes, that’s the stuff” with a smile as I did so. I looked back at her with a face that must have read ‘great satisfaction,’ because she pulled me in tighter with her legs and gave me warm and teasing kiss. I began to slowly stroke in and out of her.

“That is the stuff, and I plan to ‘stuff’ you silly,” I said, picking up the pace a bit. Tracy laughed and grabbed my shoulders with her hands.

“I am so glad we don’t need the condoms anymore,” she said, breathing a little harder now, “because I love feeling you completely as you slide into me, and I love knowing you’re going to explode in me.”

We continued ‘stuffing’ for several minutes, holding each other, laughing, kissing, and feeling the water wash over us as our bodies moved together. The ledge in the shower was just right in terms of height; all I had to do was rock forward or bounce upwards on the balls of my feet to keep our rhythm going, and Tracy helped by pulling with her arms on my shoulders. My kind of Weekend Fitness Partner activity….

“Paul, I want to feel you deep,” Tracy said with a bit of breathy growl.

“Deeper than this?”

“Yes, as deep as you can go,” she said, with a bit of wild look in her eyes. There’s the animal passion I enjoy.

“OK, wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around me, and I’ll hold you up,” I said.

She gave me a sloppy kiss and did just what I asked. Once her arms and legs were firmly around me, I rocked forward, got my hands on her ass and lifted her off the ledge. Now my hands and cock were holding her up instead of the ledge. I felt the tip of my cock bump her cervix at the deepest portion of each stroke now.

“Mmmm,” Tracy replied in a low moan, “that is definitely the stuff….”

 

[SpicySpirit]

Paul with his arms wrapped under my thighs alternated between bouncing me up and down on his cock and holding me still while he pumped vigorously into my core. I knew this wasn’t a position we could last in long, so I savored each rotation.

With one particularly deep thrust, my head fell back and I let out an involuntary visceral groan that echoed off of the shower walls. Paul held still there for a moment, as I relished the sensation of him filling every inch of space left in me.

In the stillness, I could feel him pulsing against my walls. The blood pounded in my temples and in my loins as the water continued to stream over us. I took a moment to catch my breath as I listened to Paul’s ragged breathing from all the work he was doing.

I slowly brought my head back up before he could move and met his dark eyes, returning the smile that was etched on his face.

“God that is deep…” I whispered before giving him a kiss that was steamier than the shower air around us.

“I could stay here forever,” Paul’s low voice rumbled.

“You are very strong,” I teased, “But I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. At least not like this. And yes… I know you would try.”

Despite all the feverish energy from the last few minutes, Paul was gentle as he lowered my legs so I could stand again. Or rather one leg, as he kept the other hostage, still staying buried inside me.
Pressing my back against the ledge, we continued for a few more minutes like this, slowing down the pace. His forearm held most of my thigh, while he used his hand to grip my butt cheek getting leverage.

As he continued to plunge into me, I ran my fingers through his wet hair, pulling him in for a longer kiss again, our tongues teasing each other before he broke away trailing kisses down my neck. I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as he reached a particular ticklish area that he had recently discovered just below my ear.

“That is not fair…” I protested trying to not laugh.

Without much warning, Paul lowered my leg and turned me around so that I was facing the ledge and could use it to lean over as he entered me from behind.

“Who said I play fair,” he countered, as he grabbed my hips and buried his cock inside.

 

[PB26385]

Tracy’s firm, fit ass looked amazing as I turned her around – too good to pass up. I had a flash memory of running behind her that first day we met at the track, her muscular legs and ass working rhythmically ahead of me. Now we had a new exercise rhythm between us. With a nudge I moved her legs farther apart, grabbed her along the side of her hips and slid back into her all the way to the hilt. She was so warm and wet and wonderful to be joined with like this.

“Who said I play fair?” I said, as I heard a low moan escape from her mouth. I took my right hand and grabbed the right side of her head and wrapped my fingers in her long wet hair, then got my mouth on the opposite side of her neck and began giving her sloppy passionate kisses and teeth nibbles and gentle bites, revisiting the place that drives her nuts. She pushed her ass back against me as I continued to accelerate my thrusting.

Tracy reached her left hand up to press my head and mouth against her neck. She grabbed my hair and started to make a low, rough rhythmical grunt.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes…” she cried out, grabbing me harder. I didn’t need any encouragement, and with a groan I had a long and loud climax of my own, pushing her against the ledge with my last thrusts. We both went from groans and grunts to laughing with joy in a matter of seconds. I stayed inside her as we leaned against the shower wall – well, as she leaned against the wall and I leaned against her - and let the warm water flow over us. I kept kissing her neck and held her tight in my arms. We were both utterly spent and ecstatic at the same time.

“You are amazing,” I said, after a long time of just holding her, still coupled together. “It just keeps getting better and better.”

 

[SpicySpirit]

After almost emptying out the hot water tank, we finally got dressed and were out in the kitchen sipping coffee. I glanced at the photos of Robbie and Natalie on Paul’s fridge. My stomach turned a little as I thought about the fact I would be meeting them in a little over a week.

“So, my flight leaves at 6:20pm on Tuesday and I will be back right around 9pm on Sunday night. Are you sure you are okay coming to pick me up?” I felt bad taking him away from his family visiting.

I had purchased my ticket months ago to fly home for Christmas. I was eager to see my parents who I hadn’t seen since moving out here, and Derek who had been relatively quiet over the last few weeks. Emily had been texting me relentlessly to make sure I had an evening reserved to see her with some of our friends. But I knew Will’s family would also be expecting a visit, which was always hard around the holidays.

“We’ve talked about this,” Paul wrapped his arms around my waist, “The airport is around the corner and it makes no sense to leave your Jeep there.”

I sighed.

“Fine. You win.” I tapped his chest before putting my arms around his neck.

“I usually do,” Paul smirked, his dark eyes twinkling.

“Don’t get too sure of yourself there, mister.” I cocked my head, giving him a pointed finger to the chest. “And I do really appreciate you taking care of Hermes while I am away. Remember Penny is also willing to help if you need backup.”

“You worry too much. I have it covered,” Paul challenged me to disagree.

“I know, I know… And no Christmas gifts… at least not until I’m back,” I added, laying my head against his chest in a hug as I tried to gather the strength to go home and start packing for the trip.

 

[PB26385]

I put my coffee cup down on the counter and held Tracy in hug. She leaned into me, and I could feel her heart was beating faster than normal. I sensed the anxiousness in her voice and in her body. I wasn’t sure whether it was the thought of going home, of meeting Robbie and Natalie and Jen when she returned, the holidays and emotional issues welling up, or some combination of all of the above. Holding her in a hug seemed to be the best way to convey reassurance to her.

“Have time for a walk around the neighborhood before you go?” I asked softly, resting my chin on top of her head.

She turned her head up to me and looked at me, thinking. I gave her a warm smile in return. I could see the wheels turning in her head.

“Yes, that would be great, actually,” she said, after a brief deliberation.

In less than five minutes we both had on long sleeve t-shirts, warm up pants, and running shoes, and were out the door walking down the hill from my driveway. Tracy had her hair in a baseball cap and was looking straight ahead purposefully. I looked over at her and slipped my hand around hers. She looked back, smiled and laced her fingers through mine.

We walked silently through the neighborhood at a pretty good clip. Every once in a while, we’d look at each other or squeeze hands. I just wanted to say without words, “I am with you,” and doing so by holding hands and walking together was the best way I knew. It was how we had first connected on that initial hike.

We walked for about twenty minutes without saying a word. As we turned back up the hill to my house, I felt her wanting to slow down. I did so, and she slipped her arm around mine and leaned in to me as we climbed the steep, short hill.

“Thank you,” she said. “You knew what I needed before I did. I just needed some time to hold your hand and to remember that whatever happens on this trip or when I return that you’ll be beside me.”

We walked inside together without saying any more.