Friday, May 28, 2004

Slut on the Run

Today is a beautiful day. The birds sang with joy and the sun smiled down warmly as I skipped off on my run. Dressed in my clingy form fitting shorts, a jogging bra covered by a shorty t-shirt, I bounced happily off, long pony tail swinging with my rhythmic steps. About three miles into it I reach the curvey inclines amounst numous picture perfect ponds. I hear a vehicle approaching from behind slow it's ascent and then howls and wolf-whistles cut through the air. A Beamer passes me on my left and I can see it's windows down and muscular arms, bent at the elbows, catching some rays. As the car slows infrount of me before coming to a stop on the side of the road, I hear, "Hey Baby! Nice ass!" accompanied by more howls. On the passenger side as I venture closer I recognize my friend Mitch. Mitch lives very close by and has his own home buisness explaining why he was out enjoying this fine day. I do not know the driver of this sports car, but I decide to take it even further. "My ass thanks you and want wants you to know it could use a little spanking", I play along. Mitch's friend is now staring at the both of us in shock, at Mitch's outrageous behavior, and my equally unexpected reply. Mitch now assures me of his "firm-handed abilities". Sex starved slut that I am I offer to take him up on it if he wants to meet me in my shower after my run. Mitch now tells me he is going to dump his friend and I ask for a pen to write down my number. The number Mitch knows by heart and has called millions of times arranging play dates for our kids and such. I pull off the t-shirt and write my number on it and throw it into the car. "Hurry now-you'll want me when I'm hot", I whisper as I turn on my heel and bound off in the opposite direction. Beamer driver stares open mouthed at what he thought just transpired between Mitch and I. When I walk in my frount door my phone message light is indeed blinking as Mitch did call to thank me and promise me a beer for jacking his friends day. Sometimes the best sex is when you just fuck with their mind.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

You are one sick sick monkey. Don't stop writting.

Professor Batty said...

I'm catching up on your back pages...why do I subscribe to the New Yorker when there are great blogs like yours?