The Redhead With the Rottweilers: My Best Post-Run Recovery Ever [MF]

TL;DR: For weeks, I passed the same gorgeous redhead walking her two Rottweilers during my morning runs. One day, she surprised me with an invitation. After finishing my run, I knocked on her door and ended up having the hottest "recovery session" of my life.

Every morning, like clockwork, I set out on my usual run. The crisp air, quiet streets, and rhythm of my strides always put me in the zone.

A few weeks back, I started noticing her , a stunning redhead who walked her two massive Rottweilers around the neighborhood during my runs. She was impossible to miss: fiery hair, tight body, confident stride.

At first, we simply passed each other. Me running, her walking the dogs. Over time, we began exchanging quick waves. Then smiles. Eventually, brief greetings , a nice little ritual that had become part of my mornings.

Then one morning, as I was mid-run, I passed her again along the path. As I went by, she suddenly called out: "Hey , you always run this fast past me?"

I slowed and stopped — obviously stopping my running watch (priorities). I caught my breath and smiled. "Trying to make my time today," I said.

She grinned. "You should come in for coffee sometime after your run."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised and very interested. "I'd like that."

"Well, I'm usually around," she said casually, giving me one last smile as she continued walking her dogs.

That unexpected invitation was all I could think about for the rest of my run.

I adjusted my route and finished my run exactly at her door.

Sweaty, heart pounding, I stopped my watch again and knocked.

After a brief pause, the door opened. She stood there, still flushed from her walk, her tight tank and shorts hugging her body, her cleavage glistening slightly with sweat. The Rottweilers padded over, tails wagging lazily.

"You came," she said with a grin.

"Couldn't resist," I replied.

"Coffee's ready," she smiled, stepping aside to let me in.

Inside, the dogs settled nearby. I stood by the counter, sipping espresso, still sweating lightly from my run. Her tight tank clung to her skin, her cleavage glistening and impossible to ignore.

I could feel my cock swelling, straining visibly against my short running shorts, and I knew she noticed.

She glanced down, smirked, and teased: "Well... someone's getting ready for more than just coffee."

I barely had time to process how bold she was before she acted.

She knelt in front of me, hooked her fingers into the waistband, and tugged my shorts down. My cock sprang free, hard and aching.

"Mmm… perfect," she whispered, then took me into her mouth.

Her tongue swirled expertly, her lips sliding down my shaft. One hand cupped my balls as she sucked me deeper and deeper.

"I'm gonna cum," I groaned.

She didn't stop; if anything, she sucked harder, taking every drop as I came with a loud groan. She swallowed and looked up with a wicked grin.

"Now," she whispered, taking my hand, "let's get you properly cleaned up."

She led me to the bathroom. We stripped and stepped into the warm shower together. The moment the water hit us, my cock sprang back to life.

"You really are a sportsman," she teased, stroking me. "Excellent recovery!"

I couldn't resist. I spun her around, pressed my cock between her firm cheeks, teased her wet entrance, then slid deep inside her.

She gasped and braced against the tiles as I thrust hard and deep, our bodies moving together in a frantic rhythm.

She came hard, moaning, her pussy tightening around me. Moments later, I pulled out and came all over her

We rinsed off, still grinning, and shared another cup of coffee