Strong, steady footfalls were coming up behind me. I could hear them. I was running a familiar trail, a long stretch that went through a park and all the way out to a distant beach. But the runner at my back was moving quicker than me. There was plenty of space to pass, and I wondered if it would be a man or a woman who would overtake me.

That’s the thing about these runs of mine. They get my juices flowing in more ways than one. Something about the exertion and the clean, powerful feel of my body in motion often makes my pussy buzz with need.

I figured I’d be treated to a little eye candy — whether it be male or female — whenever the stranger passed me by, as they were about to do.

I was just turning my head when I heard a man say, “Nice ass.”

The words caused me to falter a step, and then a guy in running shorts, bare to the waist, went zooming past. I gazed after him, goggle-eyed. He was in superb athletic shape, muscles flexing and limbs pumping. He gleamed with a healthy sheen of sweat.

A twang of lust went through me. My mouth hung open, and I longed to lick some of that sweat off his naked chest. His comment echoed in my head. It hadn’t had any nasty catcall overtones to it. It was more like a sincere appreciation of my rear.

I tried picking up my speed, but he was running at a good tilt. Soon, he’d gone around one of the curves in the trail and disappeared. By that point, there was no way I could overtake him.

The incident stayed with me, and when I fingered myself in the shower later, it was to the mental snapshot I’d taken of him. He, too, had a nice ass. I wondered if he ran the trail often. I’d never seen him before.

I went back the next day at the same time, limbering up good beforehand. If I met my new friend again I intended to give him a very competitive run.

Maybe I had even more on my mind, vague sexual fantasies I didn’t expect would ever come near to reality. But I’ve got a rich imagination and a dirty mind, and all that anticipation was good for the circulation.

At the start of the trail, I flexed a little more, looking surreptitiously around. No sign of my running stud. I snickered at myself. I was turning my exercise routine into a prowl for man meat. What did I think would happen, after all — that I’d pounce on him right there on the park trail?

But I was as tense as a taut bowstring as I started out. My feet flashed under me, and I felt the crisp, easy slide of my muscles and legs. I felt sharp and energetic. I ate up the first couple of miles, breathing well, and my stamina was sustaining me. The buzz of sexual awareness was still in my blood, giving the whole outing a distant but distinctly erotic vibe — even without the presence of my object of desire.

I realized I was straining to hear anyone coming up behind me. Giving in, I actually looked over my shoulder to see nothing but the empty path, just past one of those bends in the trail.

Only then did I start to feel foolish. It was as if I’d formed a faux crush on some random guy I’d seen only once. So I deliberately put him out of my head. I was out there for me, after all, not him or anybody else. Running kept me in great shape, and I liked having a smokin’ body and was proud of it, and I shouldn’t be mooning over —

The footfalls were there all of a sudden, almost on top of me by the sound of them. Just as suddenly I caught a flash of movement on my left.

It was him! My surprise lasted less than a second. He was really moving. When I’d looked back, he must have been just out of sight around the curve.

He was passing me, a grin striping his face, which I saw was quite handsome. I didn’t hesitate this time. I kicked in my after-burners.

But he stayed ahead, pouring it on, and I pursued. I was aware of the strong fluid column of muscle he presented, a body in perfect, sensuous motion, like a living sculpture. Again, he was stripped to the waist.

The beach decided the race for us. The trail ended, and he plunged out onto the sand, his steps finally slowing and stopping. He was bent over, hands on knees, when I came up, equally winded, but also exhilarated.

“You...run like a madwoman,” he panted, grinning again.

Gasping, I said, “I just wanted to tell you — you’ve got a nice ass, too.” With that I lost my footing, but he caught me. We were in each other’s arms, mouths inches apart. Then they weren’t apart at all, but somehow meeting in a slow, sudden, sensual kiss.

His startled face reflected my own feelings. But lust also blazed in his eyes, the same desire that was dampening my pussy and making my flesh tingle.

I took his hand and led him further onto the beach. It was broad and mostly empty. I towed him toward some high dunes. Surf foamed onto the sand, but we stood where the shore was firm. The hills of sand concealed us.

We kissed again, and my whole body came alive. Our tongues met as his strong arms enfolded me. All the vitality awakened in me by the run had translated itself into streaming desire. I ground myself against his crotch, feeling his growing hardness.

I slipped a hand into his running shorts, and he gasped as my fingers boldly closed around his cock. He reciprocated by groping my breasts through my sweat-damp top. My nipples sprang to full attention, and pleasure zinged through me.

With a last look around to assure ourselves we were unseen, we got out of our clothes and lay together on the warm sand. I had his cock, fully hard, in my hand again, and I slowly pumped him.

His hand slid between my legs and stroked the soft flesh of my thighs before moving upward and finding my wet, waiting cleft. I sighed as his fingers delicately traced my outer lips. Bliss was rising within me, spiraling outward from my core and spreading to my extremities.

He slipped two fingers inside me, and my hips rolled. I gripped his cock more firmly and started seriously jerking him. To judge from his grunting reaction, it was the perfect rhythm. Pre-come dribbled onto my fingers. I wanted to taste him, but I also didn’t want to let him go.

When he began to tease my clit, my body bucked wildly. It took only a few strokes of his fingers, and suddenly I was wracked by a fierce climax. For a second, I was a little embarrassed by the intensity of my reaction. But he grinned again, and I brought his fingers to his mouth, so he could lick my juice off them.

Watching him do that sent a whole new wave of desire washing over me. I gently pushed him onto his back and scrambled down between his legs. I cradled his balls, and his cockhead gleamed before my hungry mouth.

Unfurling my tongue, I lapped up his drizzle of pre-come, loving his salty flavor. Then I sealed my lips around his bulb and started sucking my way down his shaft.

His grunts turned into an elongated cry as I swallowed him all the way, taking his crown into my throat. His taste filled my senses, and my neck muscles moved as I bobbed up and down on him. My lips stayed locked around his girth, and I gave him some good suction. Again, judging by his moaning response it must have been just right.

He warned me of his impending climax, but I was lost in a cock-sucking daze and didn’t let him go. Still holding his balls, I kept right on blowing him until his legs closed around my shoulders and his jizz started to fly.

His warm spunk coated my tongue, and I swallowed it eagerly, on the verge of coming myself just from the sensation. Finally, I sat up. He lay stupefied for a moment, then he was urging me to lie back and situating himself between my legs.

I felt his breath on my pussy and squealed when his tongue teased my outer lips the way his fingers had done. His tongue tip parted my folds, and when he touched my inner reaches, I sucked in air through my clenched teeth.

He ate me diligently. My pleasure was already mounting, becoming something dire. But when he tongued my clit, I lost all control. My ass lifted off the sand, and I mashed my pussy against his mouth as my hands flailed in the air.

My orgasm hit me with the same power as the water slapping the beach. It was a cascading, crashing joy. I rode the waves of my pleasure until they finally petered out, leaving me limp.

But through half-lidded eyes I saw that my lover wasn’t limp — not at all. His cock was blazingly hard again, and I admired his quick recovery.

When he moved toward me, I pulled him on top, cinching my legs around him. He wasted no time, plunging his cock straight into my pussy. As he started stroking into me, I bucked my hips in time with his movements. We worked like a slick carnal machine, there on the sand, next to the ocean, with the sky on fire overhead.

He pumped hard into me, and I relished the flexing of his muscular form, the male speed and strength of him. An animal-like pleasure twisted his handsome face. I still had the taste of his cream in my mouth.

“Do me from behind!” I gasped. The urge took hold, and I scrambled over onto all fours. He moved in behind me and jammed his cock back into my pussy.

Through a haze of lust and elation, I watched the waves come in. He was fucking me like mad, and the fleshy slaps of our bodies meeting echoed off the dunes. I heard him repeatedly growling, “Nice ass, nice ass!”

I was right there with him when he came again. A fresh load jetted into me, and I climaxed soon after him. I felt a wild grin spread on my face as I rode out those last spasms of pleasure.

And all this had happened because I was running that trail. That chase had a very happy ending.