John and Jane had made a pact to go jogging every morning to maintain a healthy lifestyle. Although, their motivation behind it was completely different.
For John, it was an opportunity to breathe in the fresh air, clear his mind and get lost in his thoughts. But for Jane, it was an opportunity to be close to John, watch him run with sweat running down his toned muscles and imagine the passion that awaited them at home.
It was a beautiful morning with the sun peeking through the clouds, birds chirping and a slight breeze blowing in their faces. John ran at a steady pace, not noticing how Jane would sneak a glance at him every few seconds, mesmerized by the beauty of his strides. They ran in silence until Jane decided to break it.
"John," she said panting slightly, "we're almost there. Let's race back to the house!"
John, always up for a challenge, gave her a nod and began to sprint ahead. As they approached the finish line, John noticed that Jane had given up and slowed down, leaving him to win the race. He turned around, expecting to see Jane huffing and puffing, but what he saw left him stunned.
Jane had stopped a few feet away from him and was stretching her legs. Her sports bra had ripped down a little, giving John a glimpse of her beautiful cleavage. The sight was enough to drive him wild with desire.
Without a word, John walked up and pulled her in for a kiss, devouring her lips passionately. The desire and passion between them was almost palpable as they indulged in their long-awaited intimacy.
After what seemed like an eternity, they pulled away, both panting and breathless.
"Maybe we should start racing home every morning," Jane whispered seductively.
John just grinned and took her hand, and he says get ready for the next race when we make it home.