A Park Run


Callum was excited an evening and hopefully, a night of passionate lovemaking lay ahead of him. He took a bottle of very chilled white wine from his fridge and some flowers he had cut from his garden an hour ago. He set off on foot for Raynes Park, a walk that would take him about twenty minutes. It was a glorious summer evening in London.Callum had turned his life around in recent months; an acrimonious divorce – and before that, a resentful disintegrating marriage – was behind him.As part of rebuilding his life, he had embarked on a fitness programme that had transformed him. He had lost weight, gained strength and regained his confidence, verve and love of life. He was a changed man.As part of his new regime, Callum had started doing a vigorous walk every morning in the park behind his house. He had gotten to know the dog walkers, the bird watchers and a fellow photographer. This new group of friends became part of his daily routine. There was a real sense of community among them all, which really helped during the lockdown.The only people Callum couldn’t get on with were the runners. They were always alone, invariably wearing headphones and rarely even made eye contact. Except for one.Sally, as Callum later found out, was in her mid-forties. She tied long blond hair in a ponytail and always wore bright orange running shoes. Kadıköy Escort They had started encountering each other every morning as they circled the park in different directions. It was a smile at first, then a wave, then a greeting. Callum began to time his walk so that he was sure to run into Sally. There was clearly an attraction between them.On more than one occasion Callum found himself wondering what Sally looked like underneath her sportswear. These thoughts became more frequent as he masturbated at night before falling asleep.What Callum didn’t know was that Sally was having very similar thoughts and wondering about this Englishman she had started looking forward to encountering on her morning run. After her run and before her shower, she would often lie naked on her bed and finger her pussy. More recently, she had found herself to be increasingly wet when she got home.Sally was in London to raise some money for a travel and holiday business she was starting back home in South Africa. When the virus became a pandemic, it was obvious that nobody would be travelling anywhere for a while. She put the business idea on hold for now.Prior to starting her own business, Sally had worked in London for the NHS. Her skill set in emergency planning was very much in demand and she was rehired for Kadıköy Escort Bayan six months.She had rented a flat in Raynes Park, the nucleus of London’s expatriate South African community. She felt at home among her countrymen. The food and wine from home were readily available, although the lockdown meant there was no opportunity for a braai.Although she was comfortable in the local area and had a job that paid well and challenged her, she had been unable to find a man or woman to be her lover. Lonely nights accompanied by her fingers, or more recently, a glass dildo, were a poor substitute for the real thing.Callum and Sally were able to take things further very quickly one morning shortly after they met in the park. They had passed one another and obviously had gazed into each other’s eyes for far too long. The attraction was obvious. Callum had turned around to look at Sally’s bum in the tight jogging pants she was wearing when he saw her stumble and fall.Throughout the lockdown, London had experienced some unseasonably warm weather and the ground in the park had started to crack. Sally had not seen this and had fallen badly.Callum turned to help her. It was obvious that this was a nasty twisted ankle rather than anything more serious. By chance, Callum had brought his camera bag Escort Kadıköy along on this walk because there were some shots he was planning to take. In the bag were some water and a small first aid kit. Callum was able to offer some paracetamol immediately which kicked in quickly and helped with the swelling.Callum offered to go and get his car and give Sally a lift. She said that she should be able to manage. Callum helped her up. It was really useful for her to be able to lean on Callum. This was their first opportunity to introduce themselves. Rather properly they shook hands, but neither seemed in a hurry to let go.With Callum supporting Sally, they made for the gate. Callum insisted that Sally come to his place and he would then drive her to her apartment. The rules of the lockdown were clear that Sally was not supposed to enter Callum’s house. On the other hand, she had no desire to visit a hospital.Sally asked if she could just come in and take the weight off her twisted ankle for a while. Callum agreed without hesitation. The moment she walked into his kitchen, she smelt the aroma of fresh coffee. “I would love a coffee and a seat,” she exclaimed. Callum had set his machine up before departing on his walk; he too loved the smell as soon as he walked in the door. Callum fetched two cups and saucers and poured them both a cup. He offered Sally a dining chair for her to rest her leg on.“Let me look at your ankle?” Callum asked, “Let’s see how bad it is.” He gently removed her training shoe and sock. “I think it is a nasty twist, I don’t think it is sprained, I’ve got a support bandage upstairs if you think that would help?”

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