She sat back against the sofa and started to lewdly rub herself in front of the weatherman. She laughed as she licked her lips, suggestively pouting a... him as he explained the storm coming from the north and how it would swell the rivers. Ignoring her as she cupped her breasts at him, he showed his chart for the next three days, indicating the storm would have passed by midday, the temperatures back into the mid-seventies for the election. She was elated, giggling to herself like a schoolgirl. Cold air rushes to my exposed privates making me squirm against my restraints. “Look how wet you are," he continues, before rubbing my clit with his rough finger, slowly. “Aghh,” escapes my lips as my hips tries to raise themselves to meet his touch, but I was held back from the restraints. “Shhh. You’re going to have to be very quiet, or else someone might hear us," he whispers before descending onto my leg, kissing and licking his way through the thin material of my stockings. I bite my lip. Don’t ask me where I get these ideas – I don’t have a clue! But be aware, this is a story I wrote for myself… I know – that’s self-indulgent! This is not a story for everyone. If you have ever read Alan Sillitoe’s ‘The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner’ I think you might like this story (for the lazy amongst you, it was also made into a movie.) Thanks to Techsan for his editing assistance. He is the best! * I was a runner. From about the time I could walk I ran everywhere and all the time.. I didn't fight it at all. She felt good next to me. We were letting our breakfast settle when Eve said, "What are we going to do about supper, Bill." Eat it, I guess." What do you have here?" I'm not sure but I'm sure we'll find something." We could go shopping." She said. She had a grin so I braced mentally. "You could show me off to your friends."I said, "I thought you wanted a low key time here." Oh, I do. However, I have a desire to show off the great guy in my life. We could take Trey,.