I pushed ahead, thoughts buzzing in my mind about my pacing. It was a risky gamble trying to play towards Amy's competitive side, and who knew how things would develop. It would be pointless if I ended up outpacing her, and the same applied the other way round.
As it turned out, my doubts were unfounded. The telltale pattering sound of accelerating footsteps soon caught up with me, followed by a breathy puff of air against my ear and a firm grasp on my backside. I turned to see Amy flash me another of her naughty smirks, before she gave her own ass a couple of light smacks and ran ahead.
I grinned, putting another spurt of energy into my legs.
And so what began as one of our usual races turned into a game of tag, with the two of us speeding up and slowing down like the sort of antique car you needed to wind up in front. Each time one of us ran by was an opportunity to tease the other. A playful poke under my ribs. A finger slide up her buttcrack. A lick along my earlobe. A stroke down her inner thigh. It didn't take long for my cock to start chafing against my underwear, and from the sight of Amy's flushed face and the sound of her throaty breathing, it was obvious that she was heavily aroused too. We were straddling the thin line of choice between continuing our little game or jumping each other on the grass.
Daringly, I reached out and gave Amy's chest a sharp flick, right across her diamond-hard nipples. Rolling her eyes, she hissed through pursed lips as her arms shuddered. She rewarded me shortly after with a tug on my member so vigorous, I might have jizzed myself right then and there if I hadn't been toned by months of experience. I retaliated after that by groping her tits from behind, taking a deep whiff of her sweaty, luxurious hair before running off.
By the time we came to the eighth turn we were a mess. After ten minutes of mercilessly teasing each other, it was a miracle that our bodies were still capable of moving on. Unsteadily Amy tried to cup my balls for the third time, only to cross her ankles in the wrong way. I returned the favor with another grope at her chest, and it was then and there that the cluster of moments gave up on us. We tumbled, thankfully onto the grass, and all pretense was lost. Laughing and shrieking we went at it, tickling and rolling and caressing until exhaustion finally caught up with us, leaving Amy stretched over me as we breathed against each other's face. The setting sunlight peeked through the gaps in her wildly matted hair, scattered all around my field of vision, and sweat rained down her radiantly blushing face. Most of all, the sparkle in her eyes danced with excitement and the unmistakably triumphant, smoky gaze of a hunter, having ensnared her prey.
Time seemed to stand still then. The sound of our breaths mingling together echoed through my ears. The feeling of our sensitive spots pressing against each other - nipples, thighs, crotches - felt enough to set the grass around us on fire.
"Well," she breathed, stroking my wrist with her fingers. "Looks like I win this one too."
"Who said this is over?" I breathed back.
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