MORNING SEXERCISE

Intense, Romantic

Sylvia Brereton focused and committed to her body's response at the moment.

Engaged in her last workout before Sunday's City to Casino ten-kilometre fun run. She placed a creditable seventh in the women's open section the previous year. At twenty-two, she fixed to do better and place in the top three this year or, at worst, do a PB.

The task became more complex in the last three months when her training partner Meredith transferred interstate with a job opportunity. Solo preparation grinded with continual practice alone. It is never easy when you are too skilled to encourage casual partners to join you, and you are up very early daily.

As usual, she was well into her Monday-Wednesday-Friday routine on the esplanade foreshore this particular clear late spring Friday morning. Sylvia utilised the council's outdoor fitness equipment. Awesome gear; serious gear actually but very rarely used properly; a bit like her doleful pussy; she was currently too serious about training but still harboured a young woman's physical needs.

The cute brunette had been reading Carson McCullers's The Heart is a Lonely Hunter.

The phrase: 'I am not meant to be alone and without you who understands,' kept circulating through her mind.

She needed a guy who was into her and fitness at the same time.

Still, she didn't want to be seen as trying too hard, pushy and on the prowl for guys.

The open-air fitness equipment was all silver and fluoro orange, which actually didn't match her fluoro pink cropped top. You never knew where you might meet a guy or girl who would hit on you. You always want to look your best, even sweating. Sylvia felt ready to try anyone interested in her, male or female.

Her tight firm arse and camel toe lay exposed and defined clearly in shimmery jet-black lycra, three-quarter pants, and she was complete as a unit with her white brand-name trainers.

A bit of skin bared and exposed around her midriff, but it was taut and feminine. An eye-pleasing sexy look, along with her stylish brunette short swept-back hair, which was functional and easy to manage for a girl on the go. There was a hint of fashion in her designer gear, but no guys or gals around this early ever to compliment her or perv on the body in it.

Sylvia centred on herself as the solo committed trainer. Committed with fervour like the solo self-pleasurer, both know what's needed to up the ante and immediately get the max out of the body.

She concentrated on rigorous warm-up prep. Yet, she noticed a still water morning, despite the wrong side of six am. The moon hadn't fallen asleep as she went through some essential starters. The standard calf stretches, hamstring, quadriceps, shoulder, chest, and lower back stretches. Then, a short jog, just enough to perspire.

The first flush of exercise rounded off with a few minutes of cardio on the outdoor cycle, followed by the elliptical trainer. Then she built strength with pull-downs, body pulls, push-ups and pulls ups, and some core leg raises. Finally, the stretch station, and she would finish with the sit-up bench. Some of the gear, unfortunately for her, was designed as twin units -where was a partner when you needed one?

This equipment was crying out to be shared, to make exercise fun for two, like sex is definitely more fun with two. The inner thigh workout on the stretch station always got her feeling a bit randy, but there was never anyone around to see her legs spread. Then Sylvia started some squats. Final prep for her run.

Hunter Yeats saw her after ending his early morning five-k run back along the entire esplanade track that weaved out to Conroy Point. He enjoyed her flexed legs, petite stature and short dark hair, which framed an angular pixie face and sharpish nose. She exuded lithe and sweaty hot. This girl could stretch her legs. His groin stirred before he was really close to her.

Hunter instantly felt she was his type of girl to chase, though he should have been stuffed, as he momentarily checked his time for the five-k return circuit. A PB, but still suddenly, he had energy. What an inspired choice, he reflected, to select the esplanade on Friday instead of his usual Tuesday- Thursday –Saturday schedule. The lass looked a regular. Yeats surmised she was also in training for the City to Casino on Sunday. He needed to do his cool-down stretches, and she saw him, too.

Sylvia stretched with some squats. She had a few to go.

The brunette had thought, alone.

Now, she wasn't.

She blushed a bit because what sort of girl did the hunky athletic guy approaching think. She knew the full pleasure sensation of squatting over a guy in bed, and she had the muscle tone to hold the fantastic position. But in public, under the growing gaze of a guy who took her in, she realised as she squatted. She occupied his gaze between her legs, if nothing else.

Hunter was impressed with the young woman's power, pose, and poise and thought that was a position to get her in sooner rather than later.

He got straight to the point after their introductions.

"I'll support your legs for your sit-ups."

Even though she was ready for her run, the athletic lass readily agreed because the extra anchoring was great for her abs.

His grip was firm and practical, but he was attractive, exuding testosterone, and his smile and words of encouragement were infectious.

"Yes, great tone, hold the pose, great for your tummy."

The petite miss breathed faster and got personally privately excited between her legs because she was thinking about sex with this guy. Christ, she had only known him for a few minutes, yet she wanted to screw him. The fantasy of a toned guy appearing here was a reality, but she held herself in check.

Sylvia thought: Screw the way we are brought up. Mummy's advice about being a 'nice' girl, well, nice girls didn't get to fuck before breakfast outdoors. She knew she had the choice to be demure and modest, her natural urges remaining shelved and left unfulfilled. No girl wants to be labelled a slut.

Yet she didn't feel one. She felt ready, set, go.

Hunter moved up and towards Sylvia's face. He saw her willingness in her eyes.

The confident prick executed the perfect opening kiss. Completely sensual and promising. Secure and embracing and signalling more; much more. The moment's prospects expanded as he took her hand and guided her with compelling natural urgency straight behind the nearby rowing sheds.

It was a frenzy of hands and tongues that ignited them both faster than a starting pistol. They were all over each other. Hunter's shorts, briefs and t-shirt off. Sylvia's crop top, sports bra, lycra pants and black panties became sidelined. This pair joined at sprint speed, screw sustaining a measured pace as would be required in a distance run. Theirs was a sexual dash.

He cupped her cute, smallish breasts. The most alluring morsels of his life. Yet he thought he was and always had been a full-bosomed guy. Suddenly, not any more.

Wow, she was excited as he sucked and licked with extensive, sweeping, intense, thoughtful movements. He kept upping the pressure and the tempo continually. The brunette was enthusiastic about every type of touch. Her breasts were twin VIPs at the moment.

Hunter had never seen a young woman so eager and hungry for cock. Sylvia was very quickly treating his pecker like royalty. A personal deity to worship orally. She looked so happy to be sucking a stiff.

Hunter would have lost his wad so intense were her attentions. The diminutive lass let nothing escape her attentiveness to pleasure, focusing in turn on his rigid shaft, his swollen head and his tight nut sac. Full TLC in all the right male places. She executed the firmness of grasp and soft lips alternating on his swollen pole.

He wanted to express dog her. She looked like she needed it and stipulated doggy; deep, indecent and slutty with a finger in her arse. But then he took in her deep brown eyes and wanted, in that instance, to worship her body. Sylvia appreciated his wandering hands, which cupped and lifted her buttocks upwards, drawing her body to his, closeness to closeness.

Hunter bent his knees, and Sylvia grabbed him around the neck. Her butt rested a bit on his thighs till she locked her legs higher around him. The fit guy had the strength to lift her butt and guide his cock in.

Wow, man-oh-man; it felt great.

She cooed in appreciation, " Ooh, ooh, ooh."

He pumped and thrusted, and she gyrated and humped. Two individuals caught in the intoxicating, unknowable, unrealised power of a new coupling.

Her pussy grip was startling to Hunter. His girth caught her by surprise. They experienced superlative sex, wedged in each other's bodily cadence and exposed needs, coupled in rudimentary, rhythmic rutting.

Hunter had to taste her opening and feel her love bead under his tongue. He gently directed Sylvia against the brick wall of the rowing club. She leant back at an angle, spreading her legs but pushing out her mound from her hips. And then, Hunter, on his knees, accessed her Delta of Venus. Her exposed clit, the firmest pointed globule of the most responsive flesh Hunter had had the pleasure to encounter.

He couldn't get enough of her nub, and Sylvia went delirious with joy as he teased, licked and swept his tongue over her spongy, erect pink diamond. The brunette's legs eventually shuddered in convulsions of bliss.

Sylvia experienced the snap, crackle and pop of pleasure escaping in an effervescent fizz of life. Her clit delivered big time, and her pussy leaked the physical evidence of complete bodily satisfaction.

The petite miss wanted to give Hunter everything now. Even her butt. She kissed him passionately. Then she looked into his eyes for what he wanted. She attempted to second guess his preference, but there was only one she realised.

This guy wanted her; it was Sylvia, herself, all of her.

Hunter led her about a metre to a patch of grass. Sylvia mounted him and rode him to his inescapable spurt. She could tell his release loomed close as his eyes glazed over and his breathing became grunts.

Still, he kept sustaining the thrusts of mutual joy because he was watching Sylvia's pleasure, too.

He desired her to come again. She was very close, her breathing panted rapidly, and her guttural "Ahh" became louder.

Sylvia managed between pants, "It's okay, cum in me, I'd like that."

She felt his stiffness really firmly inside her infolding pussy flesh. She felt his cock jerk into her in a series of sudden speedy bursts of rigidness as her own clit kept pounding into his pubic bone and released renewed waves of fem-delight through her: not quite as powerful as before but in another way more fulfilling, as she had this fantastic guy cum in her. Sylvia felt his warm gisum seeping around her contended pussy.

Hunter swept back his own hair, surprised at his tenderness as he moved to hold her tight after sex.

There was much mutual clasping and holding and legs twining, snuggling, and nestling into each other.

Damn, they both heard a car on the gravel, possibly only around the corner of the rowing club; they were behind.

However, they still giggled and playfully made it difficult for each other to get redressed. They didn't care if anyone saw them teasingly throwing each other's underwear here and there behind the sheds.

Hunter and Sylvia ran together in the City to Casino on Sunday, finishing midfield. Jogging, talking and luxuriating in each other's close presence. Their energy was spent all through Friday evening, Saturday and Sunday morning before the event.

A pair aware that understood; we are not meant to be alone and without you who understands me.