Justin Thyme
justin_thyme_2003@yahoo.com
Bay Run
bayrun.txt
Straight
MF

I like to go for a jog just before lunch to break up the day and reduce the
stress of my high-tech software engineering job. Over the 10 or so years I have
lived in the South San Francisco Bay Area, I have found some good places to run
and particularly like to jog along the creeks that flow into the bay. At age 28,
I have been running for over ten years now and am fairly fit. I am over six feet
tall and have developed a lean build. My folks are from Eastern Europe and
handed me down a relatively light complexion with blondish-brown hair.

I just got a new job in Alviso, a section of San Jose, near the bay. During my
first week on the new job, I began a pattern of reading some dense and
horrifically boring design documentation in the morning and sneaking out for a
run at 11:30 AM or so. After the run and lunch I spoke to the document author
and asked any questions I might have scribbled down.

This start-up company is fairly small, but the leased facilities have a
single-stall shower room for employees. I have yet to see anyone use it other
than me. The other day, as I headed for the shower to change with my gym bag in
tow, I nearly ran into a young Asian woman as she came from the small kitchen.
She saw the gym bag and asked, "You going for a run?"

"Yeah," I said, a bit startled. "How'd you guess?"

"Actually," she replied quickly, "I saw you trotting down the street earlier
this week. You do the Alviso slough trail?"

"That's right," I responded openly surprised, "You run?"

"Yeah, but usually before work," she said. "I used to run at lunch at my last
company but people kept scheduling meetings through lunch and I ended up being
very inconsistent. I switched to the morning because nobody wants me at 6:00
AM." She grinned.

She stuck out her hand. "My name is Linda. I am the legal consultant here."

"My name is Mike," I shook her hand. "I'm a software developer. Just started
this week. You said you were a legal consultant?"

"That's right," she replied. "A lot of smaller companies don't want to pay a
pricey law firm for some of the more routine things, so they hire someone like
me part-time. I make sure the license agreements are OK and help draft some of
the business agreements. I like working on-site at the companies I represent
rather than in some stuffy legal office."

"Huh," I stammered, "I see." I paused thinking of something to say. "How often
are you here?"

"All day Tuesdays and Thursdays," she said. "At least right now. It depends on
how much work they need me to do."

Today was Thursday and I wanted to get going, so I said, "Well, if you want to
change your routine, you are welcome to join me."

"Maybe I will," she said smiling. "It is much more fun running with a partner.
You usually go about this time?"

"So far," I said smiling back. "I don't know enough yet for people to pull me
into lunch-time meetings."

"Great," she said. "Maybe I'll join you on Tuesday."

"Great," I said, starting to turn back towards the shower.

"Have a good run," she waved.

"Thanks." I waved back.

My mind was racing as I ran along the trail. Would she join me on Tuesday? It
did not sound very definite.

She was very attractive. It looked like she was of Japanese decent with long
black hair, a dark complexion, a petite figure and a very pretty face. She was
wearing a tight fitting yellow dress with a delicate flower print, the hem a
little above the knee. The dress was one of those that you tied at the back to
pull the dress tight across the stomach and waist. It accented a great body.

I started to worry that she might run at faster pace than I do. What if I could
not keep up? She seemed very athletic. Then I started to think that she was
probably not going to join me anyway. She was so beautiful. It is not that I am
total geek or anything, but I just never had this happen before. Most of my
previous relationships were made through friends or volleyball (I played on a
league team on Wednesday evenings). I am kind of shy and usually got to know a
lady over time. This was very sudden. It caught me off guard. Well, she would
probably not show any way.

These thoughts kept me distracted over next few days. I had a real hard time
figuring out what running cloths to wear on Tuesday morning as I packed up my
gym bag. Should I wear the longer shorts or the running shorts with the slits up
the sides that showed off my long legs? I figured those were probably too much
for the first run. First run? Like we were going to have more than one? Anyway,
I settled for the longer (more conservative) shorts and shirt I got at a trade
show (bribed in cotton to sit through a demo).

I don't think I remembered anything I read that morning. I kept watching the
time and listening for her voice (her cube was one isle over and three down). I
was staring at another design document with my head propped up by my hands when
a tap on the cube frame startled me.

"Ready?" It was Linda, still in her street cloths (a button down white blouse
with a black pleated skirt) standing with her gym bag in hand.

"Oh, Yeah," I swallowed. "I'll meet you out front after we change."

"OK. Sounds good." She headed off towards the ladies' room and I grabbed my gym
bag and headed towards the men's room. I quickly changed, left my street cloths
hanging on the hook behind the handicap stall and headed out front. I didn't see
her out there, so I started some stretches. After a short while, I saw her
coming towards me.

God she was beautiful. She was wearing a pink sleeveless tank top over a black
athletic support top and black running shorts with slits up the sides. She had
her hair up in a pony tail. There was a slight breeze that caught the flaps on
her shorts and I caught a peek at her nicely shaped legs as they joined her
incredible bottom (at least the part not hidden by the black lining beneath her
shorts).

She waved as she approached and asked how things were going so far on the job.
As we stretched I related that I was trying to catch up to the rest of the team
reading design documents and had not yet been given a 'real' assignment. She
described the project she was working on, but I was more interested in her fine
form as she contorted herself in the typical runner stretches. As soon as she
seemed to come to the end of her routine, I stood up and we both started off
down the street towards the wetland preserve at a moderate trot.

The day was nice and sunny. The running pace seemed to be comfortable for both
of us. We chatted back and forth about the great weather. I liked the way her
legs looked in those black shorts, especially as we got further out and the
breeze picked up. She really did have a nice butt and I got a glimpse of a
dimple on her left cheek as wind caught her the flaps on her shorts.

I had been working on a tan over the preceding weeks before I got the new job
and did not want to loose it. "You mind if I take off my shirt?" I asked. "Not
at all," see said casually.

I pulled my shirt over my head and caught her looking me over as I rolled it up
to carry along. I am not sure, but she seemed pleased with what she saw.

"You mind if I take off mine?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"Feel free to take off whatever you like." I responded playfully.

She laughed as she and pulled her tank top over her head. Her athletic support
top accented Linda's trim stomach and lithe shoulders and arms. I could see
where her nipples pushed out the fabric ever so slightly. Looking at her
produced a stir in my loins.

Unfortunately, the shorts I had picked out were rather old and the lining was
very loose. I could feel my cock working its way out the side of the lining as
it became partially erect. I hoped Linda did not notice. Embarrassed, I picked
up my pace slightly and tried to calm down.

Linda caught up easily and asked me if I had a family. I told her that my folks
were still alive and living in Portland. I had a brother living back in Portland
and a sister living in Santa Fe.

There was a pause and when I looked over at her I caught her smiling at me.

"What?" I asked sheepishly.

"I meant, did you have a wife and kids?" She laughed. "I guess you answered that
question in a round about way."

"Oh... Yeah... No. I mean I have never been married and have no kids," I
stammered. "How about you?"

"I guess I have been focusing more my career than on men." She said
matter-of-factly. "Although, I must admit that I have been thinking more about
men lately. My last boyfriend took a job in LA after being out of work for a
while. We broke up when the distance thing did not work out. That was several
months ago."

"By the way," she asked after a short pause, "how far did you want to run today?
I have to meet with the marketing team at 2:00 PM."

"Actually," I said, "I usually turn back right around here. We are about two
miles out. I have been enjoying your company so much I was not paying
attention."

She beamed me a smile and said, "Same here. But we should head back if I am
going to get some lunch before my meeting."

We both did an about face and started back. I asked her about her family and the
places she had lived. Before I knew it, we were approaching our building. I put
my shirt back on as did she.

"You want to cool down in the shade of that tree there for a minute?" she
pointed at a large cottonwood tree off to the side of the building.

We walked over to the tree and she started to stretch at the base of the tree. I
followed suite. After a minute or so, she sat down on the grass and I plopped
down in front of her.

"Hey. Could you hold my feet while I do a couple of stomach crunches?" she asked
as she leaned back in the starting sit-up position.

"Sure," I replied eagerly.

I got on my knees in front of her and put my hands on her feet. She immediately
started to do some half-sit-ups. I was having a little trouble keeping her feet
down, so I got a little more of my weight on her feet using my shins to hold her
feet and held on to her calves instead. She did not seem to mind.

In that position I quickly realized that I could see right down her shorts to
her crotch through the inner lining. I could not help but notice that she did
not have any panties on under the lining and I could see the darkness of her
pubic hair through the semi-transparent black mesh-like lining. I felt my cock
swelling and working its way out the edge of my lining again. I had a raging
erection by the time she came to a stop on a count of 40.

"Your turn," she said. I must have had a strange look on my face. "You want me
to hold you now?" she asked.

"Uh," I stammered feeling very embarrassed. I did not want her to see me
sticking out like that. My bulge was hidden while I was in my current position,
but that would change if I laid on my back.

"Here. Go ahead," she said as sat up and she gently pushed me back.

I was a little off balance and moved back with her slight push. Uh oh, I
thought. I laid back and felt my penis spring up through my left pant leg. I saw
her eye catch the movement, and as if in slow motion, watched her mouth form an
"oh" of surprise. She must have sensed my embarrassment. Her expression changed
into one of playful amusement.

"Here, let me help you count," she said and reached down and put her finger very
lightly on the underneath of my cock just below the head and ran it along the
bottom of my head. "That's one," she said. "Come on, give me a crunch."

Her touch was electrifying. It was more like a tickle than a caress. I did a
half-hearted crunch.

"Oh, that just won't do. Come on. One," she repeated and touched me again. This
time, I did the crunch with more enthusiasm.

"Much better," she said with a wink. "Two." This time she used two fingers,
running both along the base of my cock. My penis swelled in response.

I did another crunch and received the reward of a very nice caress along the
full length of my shaft. "Three," she continued; now breathing through her
mouth.

I did another and felt her give me a full-handed pump that sent a wave of
pleasure through my body. "Four, five, six," she continued now quite obviously
flushed.

At that point, I heard a group of people come out the door just around the
corner. They were walking our way engaged in an intense discussion. Linda looked
up as well and quickly covered me up by pulling my pant leg over my exposed
member. I sat up just before they rounded the corner and Linda scooted back and
sat cross-legged as the group came into view and recognized us. Linda smiled and
waved. I did not know everyone in the group but I recognized to realize that
this was the executive staff. They waved and kept talking among themselves,
engrossed in their conversation. I waved awkwardly. The five of them walked over
to a nearby car and got in. As soon as the car door closed, both Linda and I
burst into laughter.

"Ooh, that was close," she said still laughing. We watched the car pull out of
the parking lot.

I looked up at her and said, "I guess we should head back in." It was a little
awkward as we walked back into the building. Neither of us had any words. When
we got to the rest rooms and shower area, I said, "You go first. You have that
meeting to get to and I like to cool down while I eat my lunch on the patio."

She said OK and we looked at each other for a second before she bit her lip,
offered a parting wave, turned and walked into the ladies room. I went to the
kitchen, grabbed my lunch and headed outside to sit in the small courtyard just
outside the kitchen door. There was a picnic table and a few chairs there that
seemed to only be used by the smokers that came for their periodic nicotine fix.
The area was empty and I sat down to eat at the picnic table.

I barely tasted my sandwich. I tried to figure out how she might be feeling
about our little adventure. Certainly we had a great time running together. I
felt like we really clicked. But, I was not sure if she felt any regret about
nearly getting caught giving a hand job to a person she just met. This was
really crazy: wonderful, exciting, extremely erotic and crazy. Just thinking
about it got me all worked up again. I did not want to check, but I was pretty
sure I had a pre-come wet spot on my shorts.

I looked up startled when I heard someone come out the kitchen door into the
courtyard. It was Linda. She was back in her white blouse and black pleated
skirt and looking a little flushed from the sun and the exertion. She sat down
on the picnic table bench next to me with her back to the table. I looked at my
watch and noticed that she still had an hour before her meeting.

"You want to join me for lunch?" I asked, trying not to sound too pleading.

"I would, but I can't," she replied. "I need to prepare a little more for my
meeting and was planning to eat at my desk." She paused and looked at me. "I
enjoyed our run together," she said softly and looked down at her hands.

There was a moist strand of hair lying across her cheek. I reached up and gently
brushed it aside and said, "You are the most incredible woman I have ever met."
I brought my face slowly closer to hers. She turned back towards me and I kissed
her softly on the lips.

She returned the kiss, with a touch of passion that surprised me. I had my right
hand on the bench between us to support me as I leaned closer to her. I ran my
left had down her sleek right arm in a gentle caress that brought goose bumps to
her skin. She suddenly broke the kiss and started to rise. I thought she was
getting up to leave, but instead she swung one leg over the bench so she could
face me.

Her back was to the kitchen door and window. She almost whispered, "Is anyone in
the kitchen?"

I quickly peeked around her to look through the clear glass kitchen door and
windows. "Nope," I said.

She scooted forward on the bench bringing her crotch just inches from my hand
that was still positioned on the bench between us. I saw a flash of white cotton
panties beneath her pleated black skirt just before she leaned forward and
kissed me with surprising passion. She had one leg under the table up against
mine and the other up against my butt. She reached under the table and groped
her hand over my shorts coming to rest on the prominent bulge. I moved my hand
from the bench to run the tips of my fingers slowly along her inner thigh to the
edge of her panties. The intensity of our kissing increased.

Her hand found its way through the bottom of my pant leg and under the lining
until her fingers wrapped around the flesh of my penis. She made a loose ring
with her thumb and fingers and ran it up and down the length of my shaft.

I ran my tip of my thumb lightly over her panties up and down along crease
produced from her pouting labia. Her panties were sopping wet. I felt her inch
her crotch closer as she kissed me deeply and pulled my penis out from my
shorts. Her panties were very loose and granted easy access as I slipped my hand
in from the side. I felt a shudder run through her body as my thumb worked its
way into her very well lubricated vagina. She broke our kiss and let out a very
low "Oohh" as I slowly removed my thumb and ran it over her protruding clit. She
started pumping me more rapidly now under the table and I began moving my thumb
in and out. If felt her pressing her crotch against my hand, grinding her clit
against the top of my hand down towards the bench.

She was sliding her hand up and down my cock with regular even strokes. I felt
myself quickly advancing towards a climax and whispered into her face, "You are
making me come."

My announcement sent her over the edge. "Oh God," she panted, "oh God." Her hand
on my cock froze in a firm grip and she dug her fingers into my shoulder with
her other hand. She pressed her cheek against mine and very slowly grinded her
crotch into my hand, forcing my thumb deeper inside. She drew in a great breath
and held it has a series of shudders racked her body. She let out her breath in
a gasp, shifted herself back drawing my thumb out to some degree, and pressed
her crotch against my hand again with renewed force. Again she shuddered, this
time opening her eyes and looking directly into my face as she began pumping me
again.

I could hold it no longer and shot my load several feet under the table as
ecstasy bolted through my body. I vaguely heard an "ahh" escape my lips. She
pumped as I came and wiggled her pussy against my hand. I felt her vaginal
muscles grip my thumb. Waves of pleasure pulsed though me at each stroke and
then diminished. I slid my thumb out and ran it over her clit again still
looking into her face. She smiled at me and I kissed her lightly on the lips.

"That was incredible," she said softly. Then she seemed to realize that we were
at work and sitting in a courtyard visible to anyone in the kitchen. "Did anyone
see us?" she asked, clearly alarmed.

I quickly glanced back behind her and then relaxed. The kitchen was still empty.
"Nobody in the kitchen." I replied with a sigh of relief and then grinned at
her. "You like to live dangerously, don't you?"

She blushed and grinned back at me sheepishly. "I'm not usually like this," she
said. "I swear!"

She released her grip on my now flaccid member and carefully drew her hand out
from under the table. Her hand was covered with come. She was holding it out in
front of her not knowing quite what to do about it so I handed her the napkin I
had packed along with my sandwich. "I am going to have quite a wet spot on my
shorts," I said with a grin. "I will have to make a dash for the men's room and
hope no one notices."

She laughed and wiped her hands. I took the napkin when she was done and used it
to wipe my knee. She stood up from the bench and straightened her skirt.

"You think we could have dinner together tonight?" I asked.

"I think this meeting might go late," she said with a frown. "I have to work on
something for another client tonight and then meet with them all day up in San
Francisco tomorrow. Do you think you could take a long lunch on Thursday? Maybe
we could run the whole loop and take our time."

I tried to hide my disappointment. "OK," I replied with a half-hearted attempt
at being cheery. "Thursday it is." I glanced at my watch. "You had better get
ready for your meeting. I'll clean up here." I could not help but grin at the
thought of cleaning up globs of seminal fluids there in the courtyard.

She smiled and backed away, her hands flattening out the wrinkles down the front
of her skirt. "I think I need to go adjust my panties," she said with a giggle.
"They are hanging half way down my bottom. I am looking forward to Thursday."
She waved and turned back into the building.

I managed to clean up there in the courtyard without interruption. I tried to
pull my shirt down to hide the wet spots on my shorts to no avail. Nobody was in
the kitchen and the kitchen was right by the men's room. I decided to make a
dash for it. I made it into the stall with my cloths without anyone noticing. As
I grabbed my clothes and walked into the shower room, I dreamed about running
next Thursday with Linda.