Double Fantasy

I had been trying to catch up with her for almost two miles. When I first spotted her she was almost a hundred yards ahead of me on the winding trail through the forest. Now the gap had narrowed to about five yards. And there was no doubt she knew I was there. During the last quarter mile she had sped up considerably. It was difficult for me to match her speed. It is a game runners often play when they realize another runner is coming up behind them. The challenge is unspoken and uncalled for. Yet consciously the silent gauntlet is thrown down and an unofficial race begins.

She was stretching my limits. I was chasing a woman who was obviously in very good physical condition. And it showed. Her body was beautiful. Her muscles were toned and well defined. Indeed, the reason I had put in so much effort to catch up was for the purpose of checking her out more closely. From a distance she was a blonde wearing tight black shorts and a black top. She looked good. But up close, she looked magnificent. Her firm, round ass was delightfully inviting as it gyrated with the smooth long strides of her nimble silky legs. I was becoming quite excited watching her and the exertion, the sweat, and the heavy breathing all served to magnify my arousal.
Finally, I was able to close the gap completely. I was running side by side with her.

“Hello! Great running today!”

“I let you catch up with me.”

“Oh really. And why did you do that?”

“I wanted to see what you looked like.”

“I see, well, do I pass the test?”

“You’d do.”

“Hmmm…a little forward aren’t we?”

“Yeah, I’m very straightforward. I say what’s on my mind, unlike a lot of guys who play phony games in hopes of getting a prize”

“Well, I …..”

“Like you, running up behind me staring at my ass, having lewd fantasies. Then you come up to me, pretending to be interested in my running. You’re so full of shit. Why don’t you just say what is on your mind?”

Her directness stunned me. And she was absolutely right. But her attitude shifted me into a defensive and I might say a somewhat disciplinary mode. I decided to take a chance. “OK, I’ll tell you what is on my mind, lady. I’d like to spank that beautiful ass of yours as hard as I can”.

She giggled. “Well, that’s more like it. At least you’re telling the truth now”. She backed off the pace and got into line running directly behind me. “I’m studying your ass now, boy. You have a pretty nice one too. I like your tight shorts. I like watching your buns bounce.”

She came back up to my side. Our strides were evenly matched again. “OK, we heard your fantasy for me, now here’s mine for you. I want to run my hands all over your body through your clothes. I want to feel you up. That’s it, nothing more, nothing less. You let me do that and I’ll let you spank me, nothing more, nothing less”.

“You’re making an offer I can’t refuse.”

She stopped running and walked off into the woods. I followed. She stopped and leaned against a tall birch tree. We looked at each other as we were catching our breaths. Stopping suddenly had caused us both to sweat profusely as our overheated bodies attempted to cool down.

“What’s your name?”

“LuAnne.”

“I’m Michael, I’m….”

“I really don’t care what your name is. Now just stand still and shut the fuck up.”

Her hands were on my chest. She slowly ran her fingertips all over it, feeling my muscles, and the contractions and expansions of my breathing. Putting her fingers directly over my nipples, she rubbed them through my sweat soaked tee shirt. I gasped as she scraped her nails across them one by one. I wanted her. I wanted her badly, right then and there. But I felt frozen in place. She was very powerful. And she was extremely intense. Her eyes followed her fingertips absorbing my body into her psyche. I watched with increasing fascination as she took her pleasure from exploring my body.

As her hands went below my waist, LuAnne kneeled down in front of me. She reached up and pulled the waistband of my tight shorts up slightly higher. Then she went to the bottom of the shorts and tugged them down slightly. She smoothed them out, making them hug me tighter emphasizing the huge bulge in front. My cock was so hard, it could’ve cut diamonds. She touched the area all around the bulge pushing against the material to make it even tauter. Her hands then moved down my thighs feeling the wet, naked skin of my legs. Yet her eyes never left my crotch. She was hypnotically focused on it. I could feel it twitching inside my shorts but with the material drawn so tightly over it the slight pulsing of my erection was barely visible. Barely, but no doubt enough for her to see as she concentrated on it. She seemed transfixed as if in the midst of the satisfaction of the needs of a deeply rooted mystical phallic fetish.

Finally she moved her damp fingers to my cock. The light pressure was exhilarating to me. I reached forward to stroke her long blonde hair as she touched me but she slapped my hand away. I could only watch. My breathing became heavier again as she caressed and stroked me. I let out a moan as she squeezed my member between her fingers through the cloth jacking it up and down. My desire for relief was immense, yet I knew it was not forthcoming. Her touching me was for her thrills not mine. I moaned softly as she put her lips on the swollen bulge. She moved them slowly up and down over the length of my covered shaft. Never once did she use her tongue but even through the cloth I could experience the soft feel and warmth of her tender lips. I felt like I might scream as the pressure built inside my cock. I could feel the stirrings inside as the come started to rise up from my balls. An orgasm was imminent. She stopped, taking her mouth off me.

“Turn around, boy.”

I didn’t think. I merely reacted. I had no choice. She was in complete control. I turned around.
She placed her hands firmly on my cheeks, feeling and massaging them through the strained material. I sighed joyfully as she again put her lips to me. I felt them travelling over the firm solid flesh of my ass. The feeling was delightful. For a finale she stuck one finger on the crack of my ass and pressed inward. She rubbed it up and down while forcing the material deeper until it was lodged in the crack. Then she stopped.

“Turn around again.”

She was leaning over the low branch of the tree, her ass high in the air. It was my turn.

“Very nice, but I give my spankings on bare skin.”

She looked back at me with a look of disdain, pausing momentarily before sliding her shorts down to her knees where gravity took over and dropped them down to her ankles. I was awestruck by the sight in front of me. Her ass was a portrait of perfection. Never had I seen cheeks so round and firm. But what was so amazing was the color. The skin was pure lily white with no freckles, moles, or blemishes. My mouth watered as I contemplated this vision of exquisite beauty. Primal impulses coursed through my body and soul as I savored the thought of corrupting the virginal purity of the white skin so naked and vulnerable before me. The wickedness of it all thrilled me.

I started slowly with spanks so soft they were soundless. As I progressed I stopped every now and then to massage the skin to increase the blood flow. After several minutes her anal complexion took on a red tinge. It was beautiful to see the transformation. Gradually I cranked up the hardness and severity of the whacks. Luanne was silent and still but as the intensity increased her breathing became noticably heavier and she began to squirm slightly seeking relief by a repositioning of her butt. But no relief was coming to her. The spanking took on a life of its own as I stepped up the force of the spanks. I was exerting a lot of energy myself as I started to sw
eat heavily again. Her ass turned a bright crimson red as the onslaught continued to build in intensity. My hand was numb from t
he thrashing it was administering. The smacking sounds grew ever louder reverberating through the trees. I was becoming a bit concerned that a passerby might hear us as the spanking reached the peak of its crescendo. Luanne’s grip on the branch was weakening as her determination to absorb and withstand the spanking withered. In a barely audible voice she whispered “Daddy, daddy, yes, yes, oh yes, please daddy.” These utterances gave proof to her surrender as she collapsed on the ground. The spanking was finished.

I sat on the ground as we both recovered. Luanne pulled her shorts back up and stood. She was reasserting herself.

“I hope that filled your need.”

“Yes, most definitely. I enjoyed it very much.”

“Good, because that is all you’re getting, boy. Do not ever speak to me again. If you ever follow me again I will leave you in the dust. I can do it easily. You are really no match for me.”

“I believe you, but I was hoping to see you again. This was good. I’d like to take it a bit higher.”

“Too bad. You may see me in your fantasies, for that is as close as you will get. Fill your head with me as you jack off. And from the looks of you, I think you could use your hand right now.”

She sprinted off. I did not even try to follow. I kept my eyes firmy glued to her ass as it faded into the distance. I never saw her again. Except in my dreams.