The reluctant one

I’ve been mostly a plain Jane for as long as I can remember. Not really a tomboy and certainly a late bloomer when it came to filling out through my teen years. I had tried my hand at sports to be more popular but I hadn’t developed any muscles or aptitude playing sports. I did like to run and tried out for the normal girls sports throughout high school, rarely making any team. I was just too thin and gangly to do very well. My best sport was running, not that I was any more proficient at it than other sports, just that it was so individual and I could practice most nights and weekends at my own pace without feeling like I was terrible at it or letting a team down. This continued through college to the present day.

So here I am at 24, kind of an ordinary girl, still thin, flat chested and except for what’s turned out to be a cute butt, nothing much to look at. Oh, I’ve had my share of dates or requests for dates, mostly with nerdy or equally geeky looking guys, but never much more than that. I stood 5’5″ with straight shoulder length hair that always seemed to need a brushing. I never really spent a lot of time with make-up or fashionable clothes, spending money more on comfort clothing unless it had to do with my running. I still liked to go out and run for 4-10 miles on the road and enter the occasional road race, just for fun. My story starts at one such race.

I had planned on running a race which started and ended on the track of the local university and wound it’s way up and through a hilly canyon. I had run the race before and although steep the first half of the race, the latter portion of the run was a slow, windy run down the canyon with a wonderful view of the bay. This more than made up for the stress of the earlier part of the run. I had run this twice before and enjoyed it.

I got dressed in my usual attire, a light white t-shirt with a green singlet over it and a green and white pair of shorts with white cotton panties. I didn’t wear a bra as my a cups didn’t need much help staying put and the white t-shirt was a snug fit on my body. I got to the race early and it was still a bit chilly. I registered and took off my singlet to attach the number to the front evenly then put it back on. It was then I noticed my nipples were hard from the chill. About the same time I heard someone say, “That’s a great idea” and looked up to see a 40ish looking woman smiling at me. She said commented about how having the singlet over the t-shirt allowed me to put the number on straight without exposing myself or poking myself with one of the pins. She walked right up to me and pulled the singlet straight down to look at the number and commenting it looked perfect then smiled at me and walked away. Odd, I thought, and I glanced at her walking away, somewhat dumbfounded. I noticed she had nice shapely legs and firm looking ass which I caught myself staring at a moment. That is until she turned around and looked back at me and smiled. I blushed, waved and quickly turned around to warm up. I hadn’t been attracted to women although certainly I could see how we are attractive. I continued a light walk and stretch before the race began, trying to remember I had to run still.

The race was largely uneventful except that the day got very hot, very quickly. I worked up a good sweat and enjoyed what I could of the run even though I was dripping from head to toe. I had finished about like I normally do, not anywhere close to the front. I worked my way over to the refreshments and quickly downed a full bottle of ice cold water. God, that was good. I grabbed another bottle and just started to swig it down when I felt a touch on my shoulder. The lady I had run into earlier was there and asked how I was doing. I said
‘fine, I was just hot as hell and just dripping wet.” She said, “Come with me, I think I can help you.” Naively I followed her into the parking lot to her mini-van. She opened the back, put a towel down on the bumper and asked me to sit down. She grabbed another towel while I was drinking some more water. She started wiping the sweat off my forehead and hair then caressed my face, pulling me a bit toward her as she leaned in and started kissing me softly on the lips. I was in a stage of disbelief but found myself responding. She pulled back and said she’d wanted me since she saw my rock hard nipples earlier. I didn’t know what to say. I then realized her hand was on my left leg, no make that my left thigh….and rising to my crotch. I just sat there in disbelief as her hand slid under my shorts and started rubbing my pussy through my sweat soaked panties. I thought I just died and went to heaven. The combination of being drained from the heat and run and the adrenaline of her kiss and touch made me lose touch with reality. I let out an “Oh fuck” and leaned back into the minivan until I rested upon some box that was there. She then pulled aside the cloth of my panties and stuck a finger in slit and rubbed up and down while her thumb found my little nub of a clit and pressed firm in a circular motion for a few moments then withdrew her hand.

“Yes, you were very wet indeed. I need to taste this sweet pussy but this is too out in the open.” She reached out for my hand and helped pull me out of the back of the minivan and led me to the passenger side door and let me in. Confused but totally aroused I jumped in, but not without her helping me by firmly putting an hand on my ass to assist. Before I knew it we were rolling out of the parking lot on the way to what I assumed was her home. As I started to come back to my senses I realized we were going to have sex. I know, naive. I looked at her, really looked for the first time. While she was somewhere in her forties I assumed she was in pretty good shape. She wasn’t thin, but not too thick. Her breasts were in a sports bra of some kind which pressed them flat without trying to give any hint of shape. When I tried to look at her face more closely we’d come to a stop light she looked at me and I blushed, deeply this time. She spoke, “You don’t have to be ashamed of wanting to be with me. I was thinking of you the whole run too! When I ran into you after the race and you told me how wet you were I couldn’t help myself. I can’t wait until I get you home” My gosh, she thought I was hot for her and I get nervous. I’d never been with a woman and didn’t know what to expect. But those few moments she kissed and touched me did get me excited. I guess I was too quiet in thought. lost in my battle of nerves and excitement. I heard her saying something but it didn’t register. Then I heard her say her name was Mary and what was I thinking about.

“Oh, sorry. I’m Pam….I’m just a bit nervous…..a…I haven’t really done anything li…” she cut me off, “Here we are!” as she pulled up into an apartment complex. “I don’t normally get to play with another woman that often either, since I moved in with my partner. Come inside and let’s take a hot shower and get to know each other. Then it won’t feel like we don’t know each other.” It was like I was in a trance. I didn’t know really what to do but instinctively I got out of the minivan and met her at the back. She took my hand and lead me to her apartment. Once inside she dropped her purse, keys and bag and pulled me into her arms then forcefully pushed me back into the now closed front door while starting to kiss me, quickly on the lips but then on my ears and neck. I was back to being stunned and out of control. She muttered that I tasted good, kind of salty as expected. She had her hands rubbing my thin thighs on the outside and she slowly started working her right thigh into my crotch. She lifted her leg up slightly and tried to spread my legs so I’d ride her thigh. Like on auto-pilot I spread my legs and allowed it to happen. It started to feel good. Real good. The without warning she stepped back and pulled up my t-shirt while the singlet going with it to expose my naked small breasts. In one fell swoop her mouth clamped on my right nipple. It was then I noticed how hard they were and how nice and hot her lips, then tongue felt playing with that nipple. I hadn’t noticed that my pussy was no longer in contact with her thigh but I kept my legs spread. I was enjoying the moment. She switched too briefly to my left nipple, licking it like she was bathing me and just savoring the flavor. Mary then pulled both my tops the rest of the way off and said, “Let’s hit the shower.” With that she turned around and started kicking off her shoes and getting undressed further as she walked towards the back of the apartment. I followed, a little apprehensive, curious and wobbly.

When I got to the hallway, I was unsure where to go or what to do next. I then heard the shower turn on and looked into the second door down and Mary was standing there nude reaching up to take a spare towel out of the small cabinet.