Jogging Partners

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Pamela went over to the park. Ahead, she saw here jogging partner, Sandra, Sandy to her friends, waiting at the usual spot. “Let’s go!”

The two women started down the path. They had met a few weeks earlier, both realizing they were running the same route at the same time. They lived on opposite sides of the park, a short walk to it.

When they finished the run, Sandy asked, “Pam, you’ve never been over to my place. Come on. After we get rehydrated, we can unwind.”

Pam took up the offer. Compatible as joggers they found they were compatible as friends. Water was pulled from the fridge, and they sat at the kitchen table.

“Now that our bodies are rehydrated, how about something more. White wine?”

Pam approved. Sandy grabbed two glasses and the bottle. “Let’s move to the patio.

It was April and a fair evening. They sat and shared their stories. Pam learned that Sandy was 36, recently divorced, with no children. A good settlement and job earned a fine house in a fine neighborhood.

“And you, Pam? Your husband?” she asked looking at her wedding ring.

“Ah,” She paused looking at her glass, “Jason passed away nearly two years ago. It was sudden. He went in to work one day then a call from the hospital. They didn’t want to say on the phone, but died instantly, an aneurism. And he was gone.

“But we have a son, David… Dave. He’s in college now, a junior. Not far. A few hours’ drive away. He comes home most weekends. I don’t know how I would have coped without him. He’s turned into quite the man. I think, realizing he was now the man in the family matured him quickly.”

Sandy wanted to hug her, to say something. But all words seemed cliché, so she just listened. Pam looked at her. She could see the empathy in Sandy’s face. She reached her hand out to Sandy, who took it.

“And I took up running. It was a kind of anti-depressant, an escape.” She looked at Sandy, “Thank you for listening to my tales of woe. But time, you know… Speaking of time, I should get back. Thanks for the wine and the chat.”

She got up, followed by Sandy. Sandy gave her a hug of reassurance. Despite Pam’s stoicism, the human contact did affect her.

“Tomorrow, usual time?”

“Yes.” Pam answered.

After goodbyes, and Sandy closed the door, she leaned against it and reflected. She had decided she didn’t want a man in her life and considered a woman. And now, this tall slim woman, who’s personality was captivating. Pam was smitten. She imagined bringing something back to Pam’s life. But Pam seemed as straight as you could get. Sandy resolved to settle for friendship.

As Pam walked home, she reflected. She had withdrawn from friends and family. She wanted to grieve alone. But Sandy’s hug! Other than Dave, she felt human contact for the first time in years. It seemed a new door opened, alive again. She pondered why Sandy affected her so.

******

Next day, a Friday, they rendezvoused at the usual place. It was an unusually warm spring day. They headed down the path.

“That was a good pace!” Sandy said, catching her breath at the end of the run.

“Yes! I think it’s my running partner’s encouragement.”

Sandy looked at her quizzically.

“Never mind. Sandy, my turn. Come over to my place.”

Sandy agreed. Pam got water bottles and like at Sandy’s, they sat at the kitchen table finishing their water.

Pam started, “I don’t know about you. But after that run I need a shower. I can lend you a robe.”

Sandy warmed to the idea. Pam showed her the guest bathroom and handed her a robe. “Meet me in the kitchen.”

In her robe, Pam opened the liquor cabinet. When Sandy arrived, she turned. Sandy being a good four inches shorter than Pam, her robe on Sandy showed it. But it seemed to enhance Sandy’s shapely form. Something she truly noticed now. And she looked kind of sexy in it.

“I’m upping the ante and raided the liquor. A bourbon? Or something else?”

She eyed the rye, “That!”

“Did you see the proof!?”

“It’s Friday, let’s cut loose!” Sandy exclaimed.

Two glasses and ice. Pam poured two stiff ryes. “Let’s sit outside.”

Sandy approved. Pam grabbed her glass and the bottle. Sandy followed Pam’s sultry form sashaying out. She imagined Pam’s robe slipping off.

They sat in two side-by-side lounge chairs, facing the sun. They drank a bit as they took in the warm rays. Pam refilled the glasses.

“This is private! Ever sunbath nude out here?”

“Why do you think I don’t have any tan lines. At least when Dave isn’t home.”

Thoughts of her son peeking at his sunbathing mom flashed in Sandy’s mind. Sandy was feeling bold.

“Pam, mind if I got in some nude sunbathing?”

“No, go for it!”

Sandy took a gulp of her rye. Then stood and dropped the robe, a bit theatrically. Pam looked and wolf whistled. She’d never gotten a good idea of Sandy’s body with the sports bra. But now she could appreciate her fine form and serious breasts.

“Damn, Sandy! Now I know why the men turn their heads when we jog.”

“As if they aren’t checking you out? No way!”

“Maybe Kıbrıs Escort they’re thinking of how to bed us both!”

The two women burst into laughter.

“Well, if your naked in my back yard, I’ll join you.” Pam took a swig of rye and stood up. With her back to Sandy, she dropped the robe. Sandy admired her long back and hair before Pam turned. Her slim figure would pop any eyes. She wasn’t flat chested. But they complimented her perfectly.

“You have a college age kid? No one would believe it.”

“I try to take care of myself. Jason… he would have wanted me to.”

She laid back in the lounge and took a good gulp from her glass. She closed her eyes feeling the sun on her body. Sandy took another swig too. But she watched her, longingly. She felt Pam was just the kind of person she was looking for. Another swig. Her judgement was a bit cloudy now. There was Pam’s hand on the armrest.

The hand was too tempting. Sandy put hers on it. Then Pam grasped Sandy’s and squeezed it.

“Sandy, why haven’t you found a new man?” Pam asked, after more rye.

After a long pause, Sandra took a drink. “I feel like I’m done with men.” She wanted to admit the truth, but not shock Pam. Especially as they both were lying here naked. “I hope it doesn’t shock you, but… I think a lesbian is what I’m after.”

She hoped Pam would understand, a ‘lesbian’ to mean not a straight widow.

To her surprise, Pam was unphased. “‘Whatever floats your boat’ they say.” She finished her glass and grabbed the bottle. “Hand me your glass.” Pam filled it then her own. Taking another drink, she continued, taking Sandy’s hand, “Listen, do what’s right for you. Don’t be afraid to offend. Not me certainly.”

Sandy took another drink, keeping up with Pam. “And you? You can turn heads. Why not test the waters.”

“Me? I’m 44, past due date. Feels like it anyway.” She drank a little more, then paused. “Besides, I’m still in love with… with…”

Pam turned away. She did not want anyone to see her tears. She prided herself in her stoic facade. But with the alcohol, and Sandy, it crumbled. Sandy put her hand on Pam’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I used to drink like this alone. But stopped. I knew it wasn’t good.” Pam said, fighting the tears.

“Pam, I sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“No.” She turned to her. “When Jason died, I cut myself off from the world. Only Dave. Then you came along.”

Sandy looked at her. Her compassion for Pam, her wish to help her, and a rising passion, along with rye, put her in a spin. She could only look at Pam.

And Pam looked at her too. She could see such feeling in her eyes. A connection she long repressed. Pam leaned toward her and pressed her lips gently to Sandy’s. Sandy froze. At this moment, whatever Pam needed, whatever she wanted was hers.

Pam’s lips lingered. Sandy dared not move a finger and break the spell. Pam pressed her lips a little harder, then, suddenly, withdrew.

“Oh, Sandy! I… I shouldn’t have! I’m sorry!”

“Pam, no!”

Pam stood up and found herself woozy. “Umm… We’ve lost the sun maybe we should go inside.” Staggering, she quickly put on her robe and headed in.

Sandy did, likewise, feeling the effect of all that rye. Inside, Pam stopped and put her hands in her face. Sandy followed and closed the door.

“Pam, I… look, I didn’t mean to start anything.”

Pam turned to her. “No! It’s me. Look, I’m not in a good state these days. And…”

Sandy hugged her. Suddenly, Pam hugged her too. And burying her head in Sandy’s shoulder, burst into tears. She cried and cried. Sandy just held her. She was prepared to hold her all night if need be. She just held her as Pam tried to compose herself.

“I’m sorry…”

“No, Pam! It’s okay. Let it out.”

Then Pam cried still more, and Sandy continued to hold her. Finally, she looked at Sandy. She saw only compassion.

“Oh… We’ve both had too much to drink. Stay… tonight… I can’t… let you go home… like this.” Pam stammered.

Sandy was not going to leave Pam in a state like this in any case.

“There’s… leftovers… we… should eat.” Pam said, trying to gain some composure.

“Sit here.” Sandy said, guiding her to the kitchen table.

Sandy found the leftovers and warmed them up. Next some dishes and utensils. She served them both.

“I’m sorry, Sandy. I’m an awful host.”

“Stop saying you’re sorry. It… is… okay!”

They ate as best they could. Sandy’s heart was pouring out to Pam. She wished she had a way to heal her.

Pam started to clear the table.

“No! Sit! I’ll get it.” Sandy ordered.

Pam was a bit woozy and complied. Sandy, also feeling the alcohol, did her best.

“Why don’t we move to the living room.” Pam suggested, trying to regain some decorum.

She stood up and teetered. Sandy took her hand. “Here, hang onto me.” The two women staggered to the sofa and plopped down.

“I’m so glad Dave didn’t come home this weekend.”

“If he had, maybe he’d be consoling you now.”

Pam Lefkoşa Escort looked at her. “Oh Sandy, you’ve been so kind.”

They looked at each other. Sandy was dying inside. Was she falling in love? Pam just looked at her, her eyes, then her lips. Pam leaned in for another kiss. Sandy stayed motionless. She so desperately wanted to take Pam in her arms. Yet waited.

Pam pulled back. “I’m sorry, I’m not ready for this.”

“Pam, it’s the alcohol. You wouldn’t have kissed a woman if you were sober.”

“You think I’ve never kissed a woman before?”

Sandy looked surprised.

“College. Let’s just say I experimented.”

Pam looked at her and kissed her again. Now with a little more force. Sandy still bided her time, but she liked the direction this was headed. They kissed a long time, not hard, with a certain gentleness.

Pam pulled back. “Sandy, listen. I don’t know what I want right now. I do like you.”

“I’m here for you. As little or as much as you need.”

“But it’s not fair to you…”

“No! I want to be here for you. This is about you.”

Pam hugged her. Sandy caressed her head. They just held each other a long time.

“You can sleep in the guest room. Or with me tonight.” Pam offered.

“Do you want me in your bed?”

“Yes. But just that. I’m not ready…”

“Let’s turn in.” Sandy told her.

The alcohol was wearing off. They both made it upstairs.

“Oh! I don’t know if my night gowns will fit you.”

“I usually sleep naked. Would it bother you?”

Sandy came out of the bathroom and slipped into bed. Pam kissed her, gently lingering, then turned out the light. Sandy held her in her arms as they fell asleep.

******

Pam woke first the next morning. She realized she wasn’t alone then remembered the previous night. She turned to look at Sandy. Beautiful Sandy. Who was so kind and patient the night before. And more, feelings she long repressed.

She continued looking at her. In her eyes Sandy seemed angelic. She thought about what Sandy said, what SHE was looking for. Pam now knew, if she were to find love again, she could find no one better than her.

Sandy stirred. Pam put a hand on Sandy’s shoulder and kissed her cheek.

“Good morning.”

“She looked at Pam, “How do you feel this morning?”

“Better, much better, thanks to you.”

She looked in Sandy’s eyes. Sandy could see, it was a different look. Desire? She wondered.

Pam kissed her. Differently this time. She put a hand on Sandy’s cheek and kissed harder. Sandy instinctively put her hands on Pam’s back. Pam responded with some tongue.

Sandy felt she could take charge; to give her what she needed. She pulled Pam’s nightgown off then rolled her on her back. Pam didn’t resist. She kissed Pam, long and deep. Next, she kissed her on the neck as a hand caressed her. It passed over a breast, to her stomach, ending at her thigh.

She stopped and looked at Pam, looking for affirmation. Her eyes spoke. Sandy looked at Pam’s long slim body. “You are beautiful, Pam.”

Pam closed her eyes as Sandy’s hand gently traversed her body. She was now in Sandy’s hands. Sandy kissed her neck again, then licked down to her cleavage. She cupped a breast. She gently kissed it and Pam gasped. Sandy’s hand reached for her inner thigh. Pam opened her legs. She had opened herself to Sandy.

She looked one more time at Pam. Her sole thought now was to please Pam. As Sandy slipped a finger into her womanhood, Pam sighed. Sandy kissed her as a finger dug deep into her damp pussy.

“Oh…” Pam moaned.

Then Sandy ran a finger over her clit. Her body jerked followed by another moan. Now she began working Pam’s clit. She kissed a nipple, then drove her tongue into Pam’s mouth. Pam wrapped her arms around Sandy.

Sandy was amazed at how quickly she responded. Her breathing stuttered. Her body tensed. Sandy worked her clit. Then it hit.

“Oh… Oh… Oh God! Oh…”

Pam came, and hard. Her back arched and body quivered. Wave after wave came.

“That’s it, Pam. Cum… Just cum…”

And Pam kept cumming. Two years without the touch of another person was released at this moment.

Her body relaxed and Sandy could see the orgasm passed. Pam looked at Sandy then hugged her tight. She started to cry. Sandy just held her.

“Oh Sandy.”

“Just feel it, Pam.”

Pam regained herself. “Sandy… I… Let me…”

“No! Let me just hold you.” Sandy stopped her. “This is your moment.”

More time passed. “Well, at least let me make you breakfast.” Pam offered.

“Deal. But I have to pee first.”

The women put on their robes and went down to breakfast. While cleaning up, Pam came up behind Sandy and put her arms around her. “I want to thank you again. It’s been so long.”

Sandy closed her eyes. The feeling of Pam hugging her was exquisite. She turned to Pam and kissed her. She looked her in the eyes, and they kissed again. Sandy was falling in love. Her mind rebelled, it’s only been a few days. But her heart said otherwise. Sandy put Girne Escort a hand around Pam’s neck and pulled her in for a deeper kiss. Pam responded with her tongue.

“I want to make love to you, and now. No protests! Let me.” Pam insisted.

She led Sandy in front of the sofa. Sandy let her lead. They kissed passionately. Pam let her robe drop to the floor, allowing Sandy a chance to take in her tall, thin form. Next Pam untied Sandy’s robe then slipped it off her shoulders. Pam kissed her neck and Sandy closed her eyes taking in the feeling of this sensual woman making love to her. Pam planted kisses everywhere. She wanted to please Sandy.

She beckoned Sandy to sit. Now, lips locked in passion as hands explored. Pam was taken in by the feeling of her new lover’s skin. More kisses; there was no hurry. Pam kissed Sandy’s well shaped breast.

She had one goal now, to see Sandy in ecstasy. She pressed Sandy to lie back and knelt between her legs. She leaned forward for a lingering kiss, then started down, to her neck, her breasts, her stomach. She kissed her hips and ran her tongue down her thigh.

Sandy was shivering with anticipation. She had had lovers, but this was special. This as a new experience. Pam placed her hands under Sandy’s thighs and her face at her trimmed bush. Sandy looked down to see Pam’s passionate eyes.

Then she felt it, “Oh Fuck! Pam!” She threw her head back as Pam’s tongue found her clit. Pam reveled in the effect. She dug her tongue deep in her box then back to her clit. Pam reached both hand up and gently pinched Sandy’s nipples.

“Oh Pam, yes. That feels… oh… Fuck! Pam.”

Sandy was vocal. Pam liked that. She doubled her efforts as Sandy’s body writhed.

Then Sandy’s body quivered. “There, yes… Fuck! Pam… Oh… Fuck! Oh… Ahhhhh…” Every muscle in her tensed as the orgasm hit. And it hit hard.

Pam continued pleasuring her clit as Sandy’s body shuddered with each wave of climax.

Sandy pushed her head back, laughing. “Let me recover!” Sandy had plenty of orgasm, but not like that. Or at least it felt that way.

Pam kissed her way back up to Sandy. Now, laying on top of her, Sandy pulled her soaking face to hers for a passionate kiss. “Pam…” trying to catch her breath. “You really know how to make love to a woman.”

“Glad I’m not rusty. But I just do what I’d like.”

Sandy was falling in love. She was falling in love with Pam as a caring woman. But also, it was Pam the passionate lover.

“Pam, My turn.”

“No, let’s lay here a bit. I like feeling your body next to mine.”

Sandy caressed her back. She liked the feeling too.

But Sandy wouldn’t be denied. She wanted, no needed, to see Pam in heat. “Sit up!” She ordered. Sandy lay flat. “Plant that pussy in my face. Do what you want with it!”

She did. She lowered herself on Sandy’s face as her eye’s beckoned.

Pam tossed her hair over her shoulder and closed her eyes as Sandy’s tongue probed deep into her pussy. Pam started grinding into Sandy’s face. It was so erotic. To feel a tongue on her clit drove her wild.

“Sandy! You… God! You know your way around a cunt! Oh! There! yes! God! Oh… Oh… Oh God!”

She grabbed Sandy’s head and pulled it tight to her soaking box as the climax hit. Sandy grabbed her tight ass for more effect. She delighted in bringing her off as Pam’s body spasmed.

As she came down from a deep orgasm, Pam held the sofa back for support then slipped next to Sandy. Gentle kisses were planted on Pam’s face, a look of bliss on it. They lay there some time, holding each other.

“Seems we consummated this relation.” Pam said, stroking Sandy’s hair.

“Yes, we did.” Sandy replied. The words repeated in her head, ‘consummated this relation.’ She liked the sound of that.

It was mid-afternoon before they stirred.

“I have only my running clothes. Pam, come to my place. Stay the night.” Sandy asked.

“Only if I can take you to dinner. I know a little Chinese place.”

“Deal!” And Sandy sealed it with a kiss.

Pam dressed, packed a bag, and drove the short distance to Sandy’s. Sandy changed. Pam sat on her bed and watched her new lover dress. A short skirt, silk flower blouse and heels.

“Sandy if I knew you were going to dress up, I would have also.”

Sandy walked up to Pam, now standing, “I want to make a good impression on my lover.” then gave her a long kiss.

“I’ll take you in running shorts and sweats.” She replied.

They ate. Little was said. Just looks. Both felt where they hoped where this was headed but didn’t want to broach it.

Back at Sandy’s, she offered a drink. “A scotch? But just one jigger!”

“Yes! and hide the bottle!” Both women laughed.

They sat on the sofa, Sandy’s head on Pam’s shoulder, sipping their drinks.

Pam’s turned Sandy’s face to hers, “Let’s go to bed.”

It was a long night of love making. Each gave the other another orgasm. Then they sixty-nined, and two more orgasms.

Satisfied, they fell asleep, hugging.

******

The next day was more lovemaking. But more hugging and kissing too. And just enjoying each other’s company. Pam drove home that afternoon. Running clothes on, they met at the usual spot and began their usual run. But it was not the usual. Now they were lovers. Then they parted; the work week awaited. But plans were made.

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