Skimpy exercise clothes

***** Please note, parts of this were written by BosomBuddies and edited to fit this storyline.

I rummaged through my suticase before finding what I was looking for, something I had packed specifically for this moment, in case it just came about of course. It was a skimpy pink sports bra and blue running shorts. Shane had actually helped me pick them out. I ogled myself in the mirror, admiring how the shorts barely covered my butt then went into the bathroom where I threw my hair up in a high pony and put on just enough makeup to look like I wasn't wearing any at all. I had just made it back to the bedroom when I heard a car roll up to the house.

It was Connor's truck.

Crap! I thought, though I'm not sure why. I was still a bit nervous but I had to commit to the bit. I watched from the window as Connor pulled his suitcase from the backseat then carried it to the front door. He paused, seeing the note I had stuck to the door knocker that said "Come on in", then opened the door. I took a deep breath.

"Hello?" Connor asked. "Hey, is anybody home! It's Connor! Shane? Ria?"

"I'm upstairs!" I shouted, loud enough to make it through the bedroom door, down the hall and into the large, open foyer. "Come on up!"

As I heard Connor's footsteps make their way up the wooden stairway, I began bending over and lifting my hands up over my head. I'm not sure it was the most conventional workout but I was hoping it would serve its purpose.

It did.

"Ria?" Connor asked as the door opened slowly. "Oh."

He paused in the doorway. I turned my head to find him standing there, eyes wide and his mouth open. He was wearing a blue, long-sleeved flannel shirt, untucked over a pair of light-washed jeans. His eyes were glued to my ass.

"Sorry," I said. "Just finishing up a quick workout."

"No problem," Connor insisted.

"Twenty!" I stood up, slightly out of breath and turned to Connor. His eyes scanned up and down my body.

"Where's Shane?" he asked with an adorable obliviousness.

"He went into town to get some groceries. Ugh, I need to stretch. I've been so sore."

"I can let you finish up," Connor said. "I can just grab my stuff from downstairs and get settled in."

"Or," I said, cutting him off. "You could help me stretch."

Connor froze.

"A man in your shape must know some good stretches."

"Well..." Connor said, fighting an internal battle between his brain and his libido. I knew who I was rooting for. "I don't know..."

He looked over his shoulder as if he was expecting Shane to pop out and say "Gotcha!"

"Well, where are you sore?"

Perfect.

"Oh, you know," I answered. I began rubbing my leg behind my knee but slowly worked it up to my ass cheek. "This is feeling a bit sore. Do you have any stretches for that?"

"Yea, umm, try this." Connor put his feet together and bent over, placing his palms on the floor.

God, I didn't know he was so flexible too.

"Like this?" I said. I batted my eyes at him then turned around and bent over, trying more to stick my butt out than to touch my toes.

"Yea, that's, umm, great." Connor's face was flush as he unabashedly stared at my ass.

"This feels good but I think I could use a hand to get a better stretch."

Connor got the picture and soon he was pressing my lower back to help me get a bit lower.

"Is that a good stretch?" I asked. "Like, can you feel it?" I took his hand and placed it on my hamstring. His strong hands covered nearly my entire upper leg.

"Yea," he said. "That's a good stretch."

"Yea it feels much better like this." I gave him a wink. "Do you have any others?"

Connor guided me onto my back then took a hold of my foot before pressing it forward toward my chest.

"Oh yea," I groaned an exaggerated groan. Connor took his left hand and placed it directly on my ass, squeezing lightly as he stretched my leg. "Oh yes!"

"OK, other leg."

"God, yes!" My groans were becoming more explicate. Connor did his best to pretend not to notice while sneaking gropes at my ass and upper thighs.

"I think that's good," he said. He went to remove his hands from my legs but I grabbed them and placed them on my hips, slipping his fingertips to the hem of my skimpy running shorts. We stared at each other with lust-filled eyes as I guided his hands to grab a hold of my shorts and begin pulling them down. Before Connor could process what was happening, my shorts were in his hand and my pussy was exposed, bare. My legs were parted and the scent of my arousal cut through the cinnamon candle I had lit.

"Ria..."

"Remember the night before my wedding?" I asked. Connor nodded. "Remember how I wasn't sure if we could touch each other because Tracy and Shane hadn't touched each other?" Connor nodded again.

I began unbuttoning his flannel shirt. "And you told me that I would just have to let Shane and Tracy touch each other? Well, they touched each other..."

I slipped the Flannel shirt off. My slit was dripping at the sight of Connor's incredible pecs and abs hovering over me.

"And more." I grabbed Connor's head and pulled it between my legs. Connor damn near jumped at me, attacking me like some kind of starved jungle cat attacking a wounded baby deer.

"Oh, Connor!" I moaned as his tongue worked my slit. He pushed it past my outer lips and began swirling it around my clit, driving me wild.

"Mmmm," he groaned. The vibrations sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

Connor grabbed the inside of my legs and spread them wide apart. His mouth sucked at my clit, drawing it deeper into his mouth and gently nibbling with his teeth. He shoved two strong fingers deep inside me.

I came, hard and fast, screaming in Spanish, gushing onto Connor's face as I clawed at his buzzed scalp.

"Jesus, Ria," Connor said gasping. His face glistened with a combination of my juices and his own saliva. I didn't even let him take a breath.

"I'm not done with you yet." I grabbed his jeans and undid the buttons and pulled down the fly.

"Is Shane?"

"Shut up," I commanded. It came out harsh but he wasn't entirely wrong. We didn't have all day and the last thing we needed was Tracy walking through the door and finding me with a mouth full of her ex-boyfriend.

Mmmm. Mouthfull might not be enough to describe it. I gawked as Connor pulled his pants and boxers down in one motion.

"Lay down," I instructed. Connor rolled over onto his back. "No, I mean on the bed, dios mio."

Connor hopped up, slightly embarrassed, and laid down on the bed. His cock stood up proud like the Eiffel Tower.

"God you're so sexy, Ria," Connor groaned appreciatively as I pulled off the skimpy pink sports bra, leaving us both completely naked. I crawled onto the bed and settled between Connor's legs, face-to-face with the beautiful beast that had haunted my dreams since the night before my wedding. It pulsed and throbbed. The tip glistened as a bit of precum leaked out. I stared at it, mesmerized, my face inching closer and closer until I was able to stick my tongue out and flick it over the tip.

"Holy shit, Ria," Connor flinched at the touch. "Are you sure?"

Again, I didn't let him finish asking the question as I opened my mouth wide and sucked him in, slowly lowering my lips down his thick shaft.

"FUCK!" Connor moaned, arching his back.

I worked him over like a popsicle, licking and sucking and teasing. My lips and jaw and tongue worked the top half while my hand stroked and twisted the bottom.

"Oh god, Ria." Overcome with lust, he aggressively grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my face down to his lap.

I was momentarily stunned by his behavior, but the moment I felt Connor's naked hardness pressing against my mouth, I lost control as well. I stuffed as much cock as I could between my lips and moaned with gluttonous delight. The bulb of his head pressed up against the back of my throat and I actually felt his pulse against my tongue.

"Yeah, suck it," Connor commanded.

I grinned, inwardly-Shane never talked like that in the bedroom, not even when he was role-playing as Connor.

Connor pawed at the air and his hands found my ass, first groping and squeezing, then grabbing and pulling me around until I was straddling his face.

Connor groaned in pleasure and pulled me down, my lips meeting his. He immediately went to town with his tongue. I wasn't planning on cumming again. I didn't think it would be possible with all the times I'd cum the past few days and also having just cum a few minutes ago but the fire between my legs only seemed to get stronger.

I inhaled his shaft once again and relaxed enough to take a good portion of him down my throat. Connor bucked, his cock pulsed, the head throbbing. I stroked furiously as I adjusted to the size on the fly.

"Oh, Ria! Oh fuck!" Connor yelled before diving back into my pussy. He was close. So was I. Connor sucked my pussy lips into his mouth. His chin made contact with my button.

"Oh, fuck..." I moaned, though it sounded more like "Ohmph phk." His cock was expanding my cheeks. I licked and slurped and stroked as I felt myself building and building toward an incredible orgasm.

"OH FUCK!" Connor yelled.

I felt the first blast shoot across the roof of my mouth.

"I'M CUMMING!"

My world went white. My body convulsed.

Connor's second blast shot straight down my throat. The third and fourth blasted into my mouth, coating it with his sticky seed.

I struggled to keep up, swallowing, groaning, writhing, sucking, stroking as cum began seeping from my lips.

Finally, as the fireworks began to fade, I pulled off his cock and took a deep breath. His head pulsed again as one last dribble dropped onto his abdomen.

We lay there for a minute, gasping for breath, letting our pulses slow. I finally managed to lift myself up and crawl back next to Connor on the bed.

"Oh my God," he groaned. "That was fucking incredible."

"I know," I sighed, resting my head on his broad chest. He put his arm around me and held me tight.

"What a way to start the weekend," he sighed.

"Mmmhmmm." I kissed his chest. I wanted to drift off to sleep, to wake up in a few hours and pick up right where we left off, but I knew we didn't have much time left.

"Let's get you unpacked and settled in." Connor groaned but obeyed.

"So what does this all mean, then?" Connor asked as he put his clothes back on. "Like, with Shane and Tracy. Are you guys even now or something? Like, what's going on with all that. Not that I'm complaining or expect anything. Just curious."

"Well, it's funny you should say that," I began but, as I was answering, we heard the front door open.

"Honey!" Shane yelled through the house. "We're home!"

"We?" Connor asked. I smiled a guilty smile.