Date: Tue, 7 Jul 2009 11:07:37 -0500
From: Maverick <dmaavrikd@gmail.com>
Subject: The Reason I Run

                As you watch the last thirty minutes of your work day slowly
tick by from your simple, modern desk, you want the time to pass quickly
since the sky is beginning to darken. You know that in your Florida
metropolis, it can be a beautiful sunny day one second, but the next will be
drenching those who carelessly failed to bring an umbrella with
them...amateurs. You are one of these amateurs. Time is getting closer now,
and you almost believe you might be able to make it your car before the
skies open up. About fifteen minutes before 5 o'clock, the dark gray clouds
can longer hold back their onslaught and shed their wrath upon your city.

                SHIT!!! As you clock out and mentally take a snap shot of
where you parked in the busy downtown area, you realize that because you
were late to work that morning u took the first parking spot several blocks
down. You contemplate taking the stairs (something you have told yourself
you will do to get a little exercise in) but instead choose the elevator as
you descend the four floors to the main entrance. You step out of your
workplace, and take a deep breath. The rain is cleaning the air and it is
actually refreshing, relaxing.

After another fifteen minutes, you summon a little courage and get ready to
sprint off into the downpour...your off!! This lasts about a block or so
before you give up your fruitless attempt to stay somewhat dry. You know you
will be soaked by the time you get to your car anyway, so you slow down to
stride, head down to shield you from the pelting rain. Your J.O.S. Bank suit
is soaked to the core. It's nothing spectacular, but it does the job. The
gray looks much darker now in this downpour.

I look at my iPhone as I step out of my car and make a mental calculation of
the time. 4:30. I usually run for about an hour. About fifteen minutes into
the run, I feel a few drops of water and look to the skies. Much darker now
then when I first started. How did I not notice? The familiar route I run. I
was lost in my own thoughts and didn't even notice the skies. I reach up and
wipe the sweat from my eyes and look down at my arm. The light shiny sheen
of sweat is getting hit by the rain, each spot becomes dull for a moment as
the splattering rain washes away my natural cooling mechanism.

The rain is coming down much harder now. I have removed my Express t-shirt
and am holding it, twisted, around my neck. My black Under Armor shoes and
Reebock work out shorts are soaked. The shorts are breathable and shed water
quickly, so they miraculously are not sticking to my body. I am running,
panting, soaked. I enjoy feeling the rain beat against my body. My head is
thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open as I drink in the cool drops of water.

Your head is down as you slowly trudge through the obnoxious rain, cursing
under your breath as you try to think of what to wear to work tomorrow. Your
only suit is not going to be wearable. Suddenly you are pulled back to
reality, out of nowhere I bump into you so hard, that you end up on the
ground. I turn around and start to apologize, then realize how sexy you
look. We have a moment and I lean in to kiss you. After our passionate kiss,
I help you up. Although you are completely soaked, I can still faintly smell
the Dolce & Gabana Light Blue cologne you chose to wear before leaving your
house that morning. I lean in again to feel your lips against mine.

At this point, a little aggression takes over and I roughly push you against
the side of the red Nissan GT-R that is sitting against the curb. As I am
doing so, your suit jacket, which is only staying on your body because it is
soaked, lands lightly on the ground next to the curb and slowly starts
floating towards the rain gutter. As I have you pushed against the car, I
begin to fumble with your tie but get annoyed with that to easily and just
rip open your button up shirt. Some of the buttons pop off while some
actually are able to remain intact. Thankfully, there is a lack of a t-shirt
and I begin to kiss and lick the rain off your chest. The feeling of the
cool rain and my hot breath have you completely aroused...

After nibbling and licking your nipples and chest and stomach, I stand up
and pull you in roughly by the tie that I carelessly left on. We kiss
passionately for what seems like hours. You begin to kiss my neck. As you
do, you can tell that I had been running before it started raining because
you can taste a light saltiness that the rain has not been able to wash off.
As you move down my body, you drink a little of the rain out of the concaves
between my abs. You have me so turned on that my shorts are tented and
slowly starting to get in your way. You decide to remove them and am
surprised that I am commando. You immediately begin go down on me. You have
me completely naked except for my running shoes. You are rubbing one leg and
feeling my flexed ass in the other while you are going down on me. The rain
slowly begins to lighten to a heavy drizzle and the only thing that keeps
you going is the light moans that escape my lips. I then pull you up because
I want to taste myself on your lips.

As we are kissing again, we stumble towards the front or the car. I slowly
lay you back against the hood as I lean over top of you. I begin to fumble
with your belt buckle. As soon as I have the clasp released, I yank it off.
I pull it so hard that the right side of your body comes off the hood of the
GT-R as you arc upward. You begin to drop back to the hood, but I begin to
tug on your once cleanly pressed pants... they are now wrinkled and soaked. I
get them down to your ankles, but your once light brown alligator skin
shoes, which have taken on a brown several shades darker, begin to get in
the way. I lean back over you...I nibble on your ear lobe...moans escape your
lips, and make me want to swallow you completely. I move down and sink to
the base of your throbbing, drenched dick.  I suck you for a few minutes and
then lick the rain off of your nuts. I move back to your rod, but after a
few moments your tugging on my arm makes it clear to me that you want mine
again.

I climb onto the hood while straddling you. As I move up your body, I am
slowly rubbing and stroking your chest which is rising and falling
dramatically...you are so turned on. I get to your face, grab your tie and the
back of your head, and feed you myself. You do that for a few minutes but
then want me to fill you; I roll off of you and jump off the hood. I turn
you onto your side, your ass slightly off the front of the car. I fill you
up completely, eliciting intense moans from you. I start slowly with long,
deep thrusts causing you to start asking....begging....for more, harder,
deeply. I succumb to your requests and begin fucking in earnest. The rain
has stopped now and the sun is breaking through the clouds. In a split
second, you suddenly take control and pull me down onto the hood. You then
roll over on top of me and sit on my dick. You have me so turned on. You
begin to ride me. I grab the tie, and pull you towards me. Your shirt that
was soaked and stuck to your back, held on only by the tie, is now beginning
to dry in the sunlight. It falls like a drape around your body. I pull you
in and kiss you in earnest. It's so sexy. You lick my neck, and it is
obvious to you that the rain has stopped because you can taste the saltiness
of my sweat much stronger now.

After about 15 minutes of this, you get up as I kiss you deeply. I slowly
walk you to the driver's side of the car. You are barely able to make it
because of the pants around your ankles. I lean you against the car as I am
kissing you. Your attention suddenly switches and you stop kissing me as you
notice that I just opened the car door. When you look back up with a
questioning look on your face, I smile slightly and step naked into the car.
Shut the door. Before you realize what is going on, you hear the roar of the
engine and jump aside as I speed off. The only thing that you have to remind
you of the whole situation is the memory...my shirt...my shorts.