Chapter 1: Tuesday
Richard Kline lounged naked on the sofa in his front yard, the sun warming his skin. He was, for all intents and purposes, fully exposed to the world, yet the people passing by paid him no mind. A field generator ensured that. It made anything Richard did all seem perfectly normal. It was perfectly normal for Richard to be sitting naked in his front yard.
The generator's field stretched a mile in every direction, making anything Richard did within its boundaries acceptable. The people who walked past him didn't care that he was naked. Richard watched the world go by, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips.
Richard wasn't completely naked. He was wearing a wristwatch. A wristwatch that protected him from the field.
The sound of footsteps on pavement caught his attention. He turned his head to see a group of young women jogging down the street. They were dressed in similar workout gear, their bodies toned and lithe from their sport.
This was new.
Richard had never seen this group before, but he recognized the official logo on their t-shirts. The Women's Cross Country Team. Interesting. He watched them approach, their legs pumping in unison, their ponytails bouncing.
There were lots of them. They were broken into smaller groups. The first group of five jogged past. A group of three girls approached in triangle formation: one girl in front, two girls behind.
It was one of the two girls behind the front girl that caught Richard's eye.
She had shoulder-length black hair tied into a ponytail and big brown eyes, her face flushed from the run. Her white t-shirt that showed off her toned arms and a pair of dark blue workout shorts with two white stripes down the sides. His eyes lingered on her tits as she jogged towards him.
Richard picked up a sign that was sitting next to him. He stood up, his naked body on full display.
Normally, if a woman he wanted was walking down the street, he'd just come up to her and speak with her. That would be all he needed to do.
But, he learned that runners were more complicated. They would run past him before he got two words out. That's why he got the sign.
He stepped on the street and raised it. It was a big, red stop sign.
The girls noticed it immediately and slowed to a stop, their eyebrows raised in surprise. The girl with the black ponytail turned to look at him, her eyes wide and curious.
“Sorry to stop you,” Richard said, his voice calm and casual, like it was the most normal thing in the world to be standing naked in the middle of the street with a stop sign.
He turned to the girl with the black ponytail. “Hi. You're new here. What’s your name?”
The girl with the black ponytail glanced at her friends, who were already watching Richard with a mix of shock and amusement. She turned back to him, her cheeks still flushed from the run.
"I'm Nancy," she said, her voice breathless but polite. "Trainers have us running through this neighborhood."
Richard smiled, stepping a little closer. "Well, Nancy, let me be the first to welcome you to the neighborhood. I'm Richard. I live right here." He gestured to his house, the large colonial with the meticulously manicured lawn.
"Nancy, would you mind coming with me?" Richard said, as he put his hand on her back and began to lead her towards the outdoor sofa. "I just have a couple of questions."
Now that the stop sign was gone, the other girls began to jog again, their laughter and whispers following them down the street. Nancy looked around, taking in the scene - the perfectly manicured lawn, the bottle of lube in the grass, the outdoor sofa, the naked man leading her to it.
Richard bent Nancy over the sofa. "Will the Cross Country Team run past here often?" Richard asked, as her slapped her ass.
She yelped, her breath hitching in surprise. "Yes, we're going to run this route every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon," she managed to say, her voice throaty. "Today's the first day."
Richard leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "Good to know," he whispered, before straightening up and giving her ass another smack. "I love a good view."
He pulled down her shorts, revealing her red bikini brief panties.
"After the run, what do you do? Is there more training or do you all hit the showers?" Richard asked, his voice low and gravelly as he ran his hand over the curve of Nancy's ass, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. He could see the goosebumps rising on her flesh, the fabric of her bikini briefs dampening with her arousal.
Nancy swallowed hard, her breath coming in short gasps. "We... we usually hit the showers after the run. Sometimes we go out for ice cream or something," she stammered, her mind racing as she tried to process what was happening.
Richard chuckled, a deep, primal sound that sent a shiver down Nancy's spine. "Ice cream, huh? I've always been more of a pizza kind of guy," Richard said, his voice a low rumble as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Nancy's panties and pulled them down, revealing her perfectly rounded ass. He groaned, his cock already hard and throbbing at the sight.
Nancy's breath hitched, her body trembling as she felt the cool air against her exposed skin. She was hyperaware of every touch, every breath, every movement. Richard's hands were rough and calloused, and his touch sent electric shocks coursing through her veins.
He ran his hands over her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh, his fingers slipping between her cheeks, teasing her most intimate area. Nancy gasped, her body arching against his touch.
"Fuck, you're tight," Richard murmured, his voice ragged with desire. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Have you ever been fucked in public by a stranger, Nancy?"
She shook her head, her ponytail brushing against her back.
Richard chuckled, a dark sound that sent a shiver down Nancy's spine. "Good," he said, his voice laced with lust.
He reached for the bottle of lube, popping it open and pouring a generous amount onto his fingers and on his cock.
Nancy gasped as she felt the cool liquid against her skin, Richard's fingers massaging it into her, coating her most intimate area. She could feel her body responding, her muscles clenching and unclenching, eager for more.
Richard positioned himself behind her, his cock throbbing and ready. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Brace yourself, darling," he growled, his voice rough with desire.
Nancy tensed, her hands gripping the cushions of the sofa as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. Then, in one swift motion, he thrust into her, filling her completely.
Nancy cried out, her body tensing as she felt him stretch her, her inner walls clenching around him.
"Fuck, you're tight," Richard groaned, his hips already moving, setting a rhythm that was both demanding and pleasurable. "And you feel so fucking good."
Nancy couldn't respond, her mind blown by the intensity of the sensation. She could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge. Her body moved with his, her hips meeting his thrusts, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Richard moved his hands under her shirt. He pushed her sports bra over her tits. His hands cupped them, squeezing and kneading her firm, young flesh. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, eliciting a moan from her.
"Fuck, Nancy," he groaned, his cock throbbing inside her. "You're so fucking perfect. So tight and wet. I could fuck you all day."
Nancy's breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing in anticipation. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her body demanding more.
He groaned, his pace quickening, his cock swelling even more inside her. She could feel the pleasure building, coiling in her belly like a snake ready to strike.
"Fuck, you're cunt is amazing," he growled, his hands gripping her hips tighter, his fingers leaving bruises. "Your pussy's milking my cock."
Nancy could only moan in response, her body on fire with desire. She was so close to the edge, she could taste it.
Her body was taut, every nerve ending on fire, every muscle coiled and ready to explode. Richard could feel it too, his body responding to hers, his cock throbbing deep inside her.
"Come on, Nancy," he growled, his voice a harsh rasp. "Give it to me. I want to feel you come all over my cock."
He reached under her, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in firm, swift circles. The sensation was too much, it pushed her over the edge.
Nancy cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her like a freight train.
Her inner walls clamped down on Richard's cock, milking him as waves of pleasure washed over her. Richard groaned, feeling her come undone beneath him, her pussy pulsing and throbbing around his cock.
"Fuck, Nancy," he growled, his hips moving faster, his thrusts deeper.
He continued to rub her clit, keeping her on the edge, her orgasm rolling through her in endless waves.
She was panting, her body slick with sweat, her hands gripping the cushions of the sofa for dear life.
Richard couldn't hold back any longer. He was too close. He needed to come. He needed to feel her tight, wet heat milk every last drop out of him.
Nancy moaned, her body shaking with pleasure. She could feel him getting harder inside her, his cock pulsing with every thrust.
Richard groaned, his body tensing, his hips moving faster, fucking her harder. "Fuck, Nancy, I'm gonna come," he grunted, his voice a raw, raspy growl. "I'm gonna fill your tight little cunt with my hot cum."
The filthy words sent a fresh wave of pleasure through Nancy. He grunted, his body tensing, his cock swelling even more inside her.
Nancy braced herself, her body gripping him tighter, her inner walls clenching and unclenching around his shaft. The sensation was overwhelming, her body on fire with pleasure.
"That's it, Nancy," Richard panted, his fingers digging into her hips, leaving bruises. "Take it all. Take every fucking drop."
With a final, powerful thrust, Richard came, his cock pulsing and throbbing deep inside her as he filled her with his hot cum. Nancy moaned, her body convulsing as she felt him release inside her, the sensation of his hot seed filling her sending her over the edge once again.
A second orgasm ripped through her, even more intense than the first, her body shaking and trembling with the force of it.
Richard groaned, his body jerking with each pulse of his cock as he emptied himself into her. "Fuck, Nancy," he gasped, his breath ragged. "You're incredible."
He stayed inside her for a moment, his body shuddering with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Then, with a soft pop, he pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices.
Nancy collapsed onto the sofa, her body spent and limp. She could feel his cum dripping out of her, coating her inner thighs.
Richard put her shorts next to her on the sofa. He was keeping the panties. "There are cleaning supplies behind the sofa, it should have lotion. When you're ready, clean up, put on your shorts and rejoin your friends. I'll see you on Thursday."
Nancy looked up at him, her eyes glazed and sated, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thursday?"
Richard smirked, his eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction. "Yeah, Thursday. You said your team runs this route every Tuesday and Thursday, right? I'll be waiting for you."
Nancy nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Okay. Thursday."
Richard watched her clean up. Nancy wiped herself with the lotion-soaked wipes from behind the sofa, her cheeks still flushed. She slid her shorts back on, her movements slow and deliberate.
"Thursday," she said again, as if to confirm the arrangement. Richard just smiled, his eyes never leaving hers.
As she jogged away, Richard couldn't help but admire the sway of her hips. He couldn't wait to see her and the rest of the team again.