A Running Affair
Ronnie Coleinger Publishing
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Copyright © [Ronnie Coleinger, pseudo.] 2011
Illustration copyright © [Ronnie Coleinger, pseudo.] 2011
A Running Affair
As I jogged along a blacktopped deserted walking and biking trail, I heard footsteps coming up behind me. I turned my head to the left to see who was overtaking me. The female runner had slowed and was now running a few steps behind me; I felt her eyes on my butt as I ran ahead of her. When she had stared long enough, she approached me on my left and matched my speed. I looked into her eyes and she said, “Hello, my friend.” I smiled, chuckled a little at her greeting and spoke to her. “Hello, my friend.” As she continued to jog at my pace, I asked her how long she had been running, and she said, “Five minutes.” I chuckled at her words and said, “No, I mean how long have you been training and running.” She said, “Oh, I thought you meant today.” Her cheeks quickly flushed and I realized she had blushed. She explained that she had been running for a few years, but had not ever seen me on this trail before today. She looked into my eyes and said, “I would have remembered that cute butt if I had seen you before.” I said, “Thanks, I am kind of proud of it.” As she giggled, I slowed my pace a little, ran behind her, and checked out her butt while she watched me looking. I sped up a little until I was running at her pace, then I told her, “That butt you are sporting is pretty wonderful also.” She smiled, put both hands on her butt cheeks and said, “I have been hoping you would finally notice.”