I Hate Exercise

An image of Robin

An image of Robin

I met Robin at a local running club event. Let me be clear, I was not running. I do not run unless forced to do so by circumstances that I would consider catastrophic. But I do volunteer my time at a number of events, and this was one of those times. They were having a half-marathon and triathlon and needed people to hand out water and cheer and other tasks that make the participants happy. It is not heavy duty and gets me out of the house. Robin, it turns out, is a runner and a member of the club hosting the event. She had the unenviable task of keeping the volunteers on task. Or at least making sure we pretended to know what we were doing. She handed me a clip board and told me to stand next to her as she checked people in.

Like most runners, she has lean, smooth legs that ended in a firm, tight ass. She was wearing a running skirt instead of shorts. Her dirty blond hair was tied up in a knot on the top of her head. She had a cute smile and a commander’s voice and we all snapped to when she talked. Unlike most runners though, she was not completely free of any fatty tissue. Her chest sat nicely on her frame, secured by a sports bra and covered in a performance t-shirt. I had to resist sneaking glances at her as I put marks on the paper as people came up for their assignments.

“What do you do to stay in shape,” she asked during a lull.

“Skip a glass of scotch,” I said with a smirk.

“No, I mean what do you do for exercise?”

“I should say that I run dozens of miles a day before my personal trainer has me lift a ton of weights, but frankly, vigorous sex is about the some of my activity. I hate exercise.”

She was saved a response as another wave of folks came up to get their assignments. Robin said hello to those repeating volunteers and others she knew. Once everyone was deployed and the participants briefed on the rules and other minutiae before they were sent off on their way.

“Can you lift things?” she asked with a smirk.”

Is it heavier than a beer?” I asked with a smirk as I followed her.

She was probably surprised over the course of the next couple of hours as she had me haul food, water, prizes, podiums and any number of other things around the site. She had a glossy sheen of sweat on her face as we stopped for water. I was sweating as well but not hard. The air was cool despite the sun.

“I thought you said you didn’t exercise?” she said draining her glass.

“No, I said other than vigorous sex, I didn’t exercise.”

“Maybe I need to have you show me what you mean, because I thought I was in shape,” she said with a sexy smile.

“I will be happy to introduce you to my training program.”

She smiled again and we continued with our tasks. A couple of times I managed to get a picture of her working at her job or talking to other people. She smiled when she saw me do this and I simply smiled back at her. By the time the last participants had come in and the cleanup crew was moving in, she had let me take a couple of pictures of her not working. She even pulled me aside, took a quick look around and skimmed off her t-shirt. It must have been the cool air that made he nipples so prominent.

She dismissed us with her thanks and the thanks of the organization. I made sure she had my contact information if they needed my help in the future and wished her a good day as I departed with the volunteers. I had only just made it to my car when a message arrived.

Sorry, I can’t take advantage today, but we should schedule something soon. Make sure I get those pictures for the newsletter!

I smiled and sent back:

Let me know when you are free and make sure I am on the mailing list for that newsletter.

I hopped into the car and headed for lunch.

As promised, I sent Robin the pictures I had shot, all of them. The ones I had taken of her where she tried to pose, I had cleaned them up and cropped them. I also included a note.

These came out well. I printed them and have them as a collage. Hope things are well. I am sure they will look great in the newsletter.

I was pouring myself a drink when she got back to me.

There are some great shots there, thank you. Can we get some time together? Drinks tomorrow night at Charlie’s?

It was a date.

“Hey stranger,” Bobbie said as I sat down at my table. “Where have you been keeping yourself?”

“Evening Bobbie. I have been traveling a bit. Customer wanted my physical presence rather than using technology so I had to go to New York for a couple of weeks.”

“That sounds like fun. You get out much?”

“A bit. Found a couple of nice places to hang my hat, and the food was good.”

“Great. Welcome home. You waiting on someone?”

“Yes. Her name is Robin.”

“Runner? About five-eight?”

“That would be here.”

“You want wine? She only drinks ice water.”

“Bring a bottle and two glasses. I don’t trust people that don’t drink wine.”

“Back in a couple. Jack’s got some fresh bread just out of the oven.”

“Then it would be a shame to let it become croutons,” I said and Bobbie laughed as she went about her tasks.

Charlie’s is like an old shoe. It is comfortable, it smells a bit, and it reminds you that there are worse things in the world than having happy feet. I waved to a couple of the regulars and enjoyed a couple of sips of the wine and slathered soft butter on the soft bread. There is nothing more delicious than good butter on fresh baked bread and I indulge in it as often as I can.

“All those carbs,” Robin said as she approached the table.

I stood up and help her to the chair.

“Hey, I have to keep my energy up, and bread is one of the four essential food groups.”

She was wearing a black pencil skirt that fell just above her knees and a black boat neck shirt. Gold earrings dangled from her ears and other than a bracelet on her wrist, she was not wearing any jewelry. Her two inch pumps were sensible shoes and made her calves looks wonderful. I took all this in while she looked at me.

“The four essential food groups? OK, this I have to hear.”

“Oh, it’s very simple. Garlic, butter, bread, olive oil. You really don’t need anything else, although I find rosemary sometimes adds a nice surprise to a focaccia or a roasted garlic bulb.”

“It’s amazing you are not the size of a house,” she said laughing.

I poured her some wine, which she did not decline and smiled.

“Vigorous sex,” I said by way of answer and a toast.

“Vigorous sex, then,” she said.

We ordered out meals and Bobbie went off to place the order.

“The committee loved the pictures of me doing work. One smart ass said he didn’t know I could do manual labor and was going to make sure I was on the next work crew, just so he could witness it for himself.”

“I am glad. What did they think of the last one?” I asked, nudging her.

“As if. But Michelle, my running partner, she liked it, a lot. She wants you to take one like that of her so she can send it to her ex. Seem she used to get grief about her weight. Well, let’s say she’s dropped more than a hundred pounds, but picked up muscles in all the right places without losing her curves.”

“Ah, a real woman then. Not that you are not. Your curves are quite respectable. But no woman should get grief for what is a necessary part of their body structure. I would be happy to oblige her desire. I will even use a real camera if she would like. I can bring the studio to her.”


“I guess I didn’t get around to that. I an a graphic artist. I have access to a complete photo studio. I also have amassed a fair amount of my own gear and I can put together a decent home studio if I have too.”

“That explains how you can get such good pictures from a cell phone.”

“And a bit of post processing. Normally I don’t fiddle with an image more than brighten it for printing, but I tweaked a few things with yours. I can do the same for Michelle with a decent camera and some properly set lights.”

“Here is to mysterious men and their unknown skills. Now if you cooked, I would start looking around for your wife.”

“I do, and my own laundry too. I haven’t had a pink sock in decades. And no wife, nor ex to worry about. Just never saw the need.”

“Self sufficient. I like that trait too.”

Bonnie brought us back our dinner and we set to. Robin tried not to tease me too much about my food choices, but she was not always successful.

“You know,” I began as I speared a French fry, “You have to run 3/4 of a mile to burn off the calories in that lump of broccoli. And while you might experience a runner’s high along the route, you will still have suffered through the pain of actually eating it in the first place, because it is supposed to be good for you. I, on the other hand, need only to give you one screaming orgasm to burn off the calories in this French fry, and I get to enjoy the pleasure of it twice.”

Her fork stopped half way to her mouth as I started and by the time I finished, she had put the fork down, untasted, and goggled at me as I popped the fry in my mouth and slowly chewed it.

“You are an evil, evil man,” she said at last.

“Why? Because I enjoy my food?”

“No, because you presume you know how to give me a screaming orgasm,” she spat.

I simply smiled.

“Did I mention that I was going to do it by eating your pussy until you pushed me away?”

Her fork hit her plate again and I could see the rise and fall of her breasts become irregular. A gentle red flush began to spread up from her neck.

“Cat got your tongue?” I asked.

“I can’t remember the last time a guy even offered to eat me, much less promised me an orgasm because of it,” she said quietly.

“That is a shame. A lovely lady like you deserves to feel pleasure in every way possible.”

She blushed more, if that were possible, and the rosy hue fell across the skin revealed by her shirt.

“Rubbing your legs together?” I leered.

“Damn you. Yes!”

“Good,” I smiled and we finished our dinner.

Robin put her silverware down and looked at me over the last of her wine.

“Of course, you are full of shit. There is no way licking me to an orgasm could burn off enough calories for one one of those French fries, much less the plateful you ate.”

“But you want to see me try anyway.”

“Damn straight.”

“Your place?”

“It’s as good as any.”

I paid the bill and followed her to a small apartment complex. She lived on the top floor and had a wonderful view through floor to ceiling windows of a small field that served as a water retention area in heavy rains to keep the surrounding property from flooding. It was tastefully decorated with two bedrooms, one converted into a home office and gym, the other hosting a king-sized bed. She pulled me into her arms and we kissed gently at first and then with more heat and desire. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues found each other and wrapped themselves together, much as she was pulling me tightly against her and I was pulling her tightly against my body. I squeezed her ass gently and rhythmically. She pushed harder against my growing erection and I pushed back against her.

I slid my hand along the waist of her skirt until I found the clasp and zipper that held it together and deftly undid the clasp and slid down the zipper. She moaned again as I slipped my hand inside the skirt and along the top of her stockings. Her ass was bare, where I touched it and she pushed harder against me before she broke the kiss.

“Damn, your hand is so hot on my skin. How do you do that.”

I just smiled and she laughed as her skirt fell to the ground. I stepped back a bit and undid her blouse quickly. I noticed that she was not wearing any panties of any sort and slid a finger along her lightly furred, and damp, lips as I slipped a hand over a bra covered breast, pinching gently at the erect nipple there.

“Oh, you do not waste any time,” she sighed.

She held onto me while I teased her clit and nipple at the same time. She shivered as I slipped my finger deeper into her folds. She backed up and sat down on the couch. She spread her legs. She held them open and the look on her face made it clear what my next move was to be. I pulled down a pillow and sunk down onto it before sliding between her legs. I could smell her excitement and in a moment I could see it as her clit poked out from under its hood and her lips were wet. Rather than just dive it, I placed gentle kisses on the soft skin of her thighs, her mound and the place were her hips joined her legs. She shivered as I did this. More so as I tickled other sensitive places that were just outside of where she wanted me to focus. I kept my motions slow and deliberate. Each kiss closer, each kiss more direct, until I kissed her hood and flicked her clit with my tongue. She moaned and shook as I did this and cried out as I circled her clit with my tongue. I could feel the moisture begin to flow from her as I increased my speed and pressure on her clit. Robin pulled back her legs, opening herself up to my attention. I pushed on and her first orgasm surprised her with its intensity. The second one came right on the heels of the first and she flooded the couch beneath her. I slipped a finger into her and sucked hard on her clit as I slid my finger over the rough skin inside of her. She cried out and her thighs clamped hard on my head. She panted as wave after wave of pleasure when through her and then she pushed me back despite keeping me in a headlock between her thighs. I kept flicking her clit, even as she pushed me back and eventually she released me enough to get me out far enough to block me from her sensitive body.

She slumped back against the back of the couch, a dark patch clear beneath her. She was gently teasing a nipple through her clothes as she tried to recover.

“OK, that might have burned off that piece of broccoli and I have to admit it was much more fun than going for a run. Damn, you’re good.”

She made an act of fanning herself before she sat up and took off her blouse and bra.

“However, you seem to still be dressed. Strip. That should burn a calorie or two.”

I smiled at her and stood up before I undid my pants and tossed my shirt over on the couch next to hers, my cock standing out proudly in front of me.

“Now that is a nice looking cock,” she said as she sat forward and slipped her hands around it. They were cooler than the blood heated skin and my cock twitched under her touch. She rolled her thumb over the head of my cock, smearing the precum over it.

“Mm, this is nice,” she said.

I trembled a bit as she did this, my cock jumped in her hand as she stroked its length with her doubled hand.

“You want to do it here on the couch?” I asked as she moved forward to lick the head gently.

“It is energetic that way,” she said with smirk, “but I do prefer the bed.”

She released me and stood up before she pulled me towards her bedroom. She pushed me down onto the bed and threw her leg over my hip before she dropped down onto my hips, my cock deep inside of her velvet folds.

“Oh, that fits nicely,” she said with a gasp.

She moved up and down on me a couple of times, enjoying the sensations clearly, based on the way her nipples hardened and the way her head lolled about her shoulders. I slipped a finger between us and diddled her clit which made her dance more on my cock and rake her nails over my chest. Her muscles rippled over the length of my cock and I moaned out in pleasure.

“I can see why you like this,” she said smiling. “And you feel so good. But I want you to take me. Can you do that?”

“Roll over and let’s find out,” I said.

She slipped off of me and lay on her back beside me. I rolled over and looked down as her as she spread her legs and let me get closer to her. I could feel the heat of her pussy as my cock moved closer to her and then slipped into her. We both moaned as I found my length deep into her. She pulled her legs back and a few more millimeters slipped into her. We were as close as two people could get. I bent down and licked her nipple before I started to slowly stroke in and out of her. She panted as our speed increased and a flush spread down over her upper chest. Sweat ran down my spine and her legs wrapped around me and encouraged more from me. I shoved forward and pounded her harder. Both of us panted. She threw back her head and squeezed me so tight I could not push forward into her. I could feel her flooding my cock. She moaned again as I tried to push more into her. Eventually she relaxed enough that I could continue pushing in and out of her. My own orgasm swelled my cock and I filled her quickly in long spurts until there was nothing left. I collapsed onto my elbows above her and she pulled me down close against her. We kissed passionately as I softened inside of her and she expelled me as the foreign body I was. We rolled over and she held onto me.

“Can you stay?” she asked.


“Good, because I have a lot more dinner to burn off.”

I laughed and kissed her as we got ready for the next round of exercise.

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