i want to wrap her legs around my neck. I want to feel the pressure of her weight on my shoulders. I want to feel the heat from her vulva. Then i would go for a jog. Being care full to lean forward just enough to ensure the pressure was being applied to the right place. With luck she would start to squirm after 10 minutes on the saddle. I would know when the job was done, then i would comment. "You seam to be getting sweaty Ana." She would respond, "Thats not sweat."
"Anon, I really like jogging," she would say in a pant. Just as planned i took a shortcut threw the park on the return journey. And there before me was the exodus. A flight of 100 stairs leading to heaven. My legs burned and my breathing was heavy but it was nothing to hers. I could feel her breath on my face. Her breast heaving on my scalp. Her legs were twitching now. Finally i could see our building over the top of the stairs when she gripped my hair. As she arched her back she screamed my name in ecstasy. My neck and shirt soaked now. I felt her fluids run down my back. She lowered her head and whispered in to my ear "Lets jog more often.