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Originally Posted by Windsorm
A few years ago I decided I needed to do Ironman so I trained for a few years and did it three times. There are a lot of younger women also taking part and, obviously, they are fit. To my surprise, an even more worthwhile activity than running behind them or swimming with them is cycling with them. Having a fit woman in slightly worn black cycling shorts preceed you up a hill is a very worthwhile distraction.
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This reminds me of an experience I had a few years ago with a school friend. Nothing quite as extreme as an Ironman, just a 10k.
This friend of mine was into her running (I was only very new to it), so she was very fit, but she is quite private so has no sporty pics on social media and day-to-day usually wears lose summer dresses or baggy jeans, i.e. very seldom shows off her figure. We were both mid-twenties at the time. We agreed to both enter the same 10k in order to motivate each other.
Well, the day came and we met just before the race. To my delight she was dressed in a sports bra and black lycra shorts that came down just below her cheeks. As we waited at the start line, I said to her "Don't wait for me, go at your own pace" (a genuine comment, as I would only hold her up given that she had a lot more running experience than me, and I wasn't as fit). After the first couple of minutes she started to pull ahead and said "See you at the finish, so". That's when I got the full view for the first time: each perfect ass cheek rising and falling in step, the hem of her shorts having ridden up just a little bit to the point where the crease where thigh becomes cheek became tantalisingly but briefly visible with each stride. Well, that was all the motivation I needed. I ran most of that 10k just a few paces behind her, and I rarely took my eyes off her beautiful peaches. It was so rare a view from this usually modest friend that I wanted to take it in for as long as possible. Occasionally, when the angle was right and she was in direct sunlight those shorts (tightly stretched as they were over her pert ass) did become see through enough to make it quite clear that she had gone commando (as I now know is quite common amongst female runners).
I don't know if anyone else here has run for an extended distance with a semi, but I can tell you that the rhythm can start to rub it in quite a nice way. I was practically edging myself for the full race, and when I crossed the finish line (unfortunately having fallen a bit behind her now), I went straight to the toilets to "relieve the built up pressure" before finding my friend again. On a separate, but related note, I do find it quite exciting to talk to a friend just moments after having cum to the thought of them (and no, this certainly isn't the only time I've done that)!