So I was running through the park, just got a new pair of running shoes that my good friend Bryan bought me. He was concern that I am not in the best shape and should take better care of myself so in taking his advice and now I am running through the park almost dying because I am out of breath. But it is only day one and moving this awesome two hundred and seventy-seven pounds of awesomeness is not an easy thing, it takes a lot magic and motivation and just pure oxygen. So back to the park and me almost dying, I want to be fit, I want to be that dude that women see on TV and read about that makes them wet. I want to try stuff I want to explore my deepest sexual desires and look good doing it, well not good but more like Godly. So that is why I am running through this damn park day dreaming. I stretched before i started good, we are moving and jamming out to this running mix I found on the internet and uploaded it to my mp3 player, it is a great mix, then my wireless headphones dies on me. Point five miles into it and the music dies on me and all I am saying to myself is why me? I know I have a mile and a half to go to hit my first day mark.
I stopped and sat down at a nearby bench, wondering how I was going to finish this today with no music. Could go home and charge them but if I am home I will just sit my ass on the couch and end up doing nothing and not caring no more. I start to cry and thinking if I don’t start somewhere I won’t get what I want.
“Hey you on the bench crying.” someone called out to me it sounded it like a woman. And then from my left side comes a woman. This athletic woman she seems to be very tall, but it seems like she is but maybe it just feels like that because I sitting her crying my eyes out.
“Me?” Finally replied knowing I was the only person out at that this time of night.
“Yes you fucking dumb cunt” as she is towering over me in here yoga pants and running jacket, fit olive skin woman, she look like she just jump out of a sports magazine.
“Why are you sitting here fucking crying? She asked. Explaining to her what had happen to my headphones dying on me. “Well then just fucking give up or you can get up and just run, find something that motivates you to get up and go.”
Sat there and stopped crying and really start to think about what does motivate me. She moves to sat next to me on my right side taking her headphones out of her ear. “So, motivates you?” sticking her hand out to shake it.
“I am Yanet, so what motivates you Trent, what gets your blood pumping? “Asking me with enthusiasm
The realist thing pops into my head and right out my mouth. “Making hand welts on a beautiful females buttocks.” As soon as it came out, immediately catching me a couple of seconds to late pull back my comment. “Sorry I didn’t mean to answer so real, it was the first thing I was thinking.”
Rambling on about it, I didn’t take notice that she had slipped down her yoga pants perched on the bench with her ass towards me? “Trent” she calls to catch my attention and clearly she does once i turn my head and drops my jaw.
“Smack it.” She tells me sitting in shock.
“Are you okay with a random man, smacking your ass, in the middle of a park, at night?”
“Yes I am quite fine with that. As long you promise me you make both of my cheeks evenly welted, I can’t run with one just welted and not the other, it throws my balance off when I am running.” she instructed.
Baffled at the fact that is about to transpire. Alright, still in my head about this whole ordeal. She is wearing this fluorescent green thong that match her jacket, which made her the cheeks pop out even more. Her skin has goose bumps from the somewhat cool air. Staring closely at her plump bottom and examining every inch of her olive skin.
Raising my right hand high in the slowly in the air, then bring it downward with force that in my mind that I never had and connecting to her flesh. She moans. The first moan I had ever heard in person, only dreamed about doing this, played it in my head so many different ways. I raised my left hand quickly and slapped her left cheek, her bottom making a crackle sound. My blood was pumping hard through my body.
“Ready to run now I am super motivated!!!”Hoping up from the bench.
“Umm…Trent you are missing something from my buttocks silly. “ She was grinning at me. “Where the welts?”
“I thought that it will swell up later?” Unknowingly replying.
“Well Trent you have to keep slapping my bottom till they appear fully.” as she rub’s on her back side.
So I seat back down, raising both of my hands and slamming them down harder and even faster. Switching from right and left hand. Repeatedly, over and over again. Her cheeks are red now, slowly you can see them imprint of my rise for her skin and slowly swell up.
She pulls up her yoga pants slowly wiggling her welted butt. You motivated now so let’s go. Grabs my arm and pulls me along as she starts running. And soon enough I catch my feet running alongside her not keeping up just slightly behind her but never stopping. Two miles completed.
Couldn’t have drunk enough water, but worth it, the running gave me this high right after, feeling empower and but coming to the fact that this might be of being just a one-time thing. Me slapping the flesh of a beautiful woman. And feeling this power of being wanted like that or even allowed to do it.
“So where to next I am hungry after all of that and my ass kind of hurts?” as she is Smiling at me.
“I live close by it is not much but I got food you can eat and ice for your butt or if you need something else I can go get it.” advocating to come back so I can at least feel this as much as I can.
“You can dial it back me and you are going to have some fun for quite some time Trent.”
To be continued…