Flew in for scenic run with an influencer…turn out she had other content in mind [MF]

I'm a passionate runner—and like many of us, I occasionally fall into the social rabbit hole. That's how I came across Jane, a Canadian runner with around 50K followers. At first, I followed her for the obvious reasons: the beach shots, the flexibility posts… her physique was incredible.

But pretty soon, I realized there was much more to her. She had killer taste in music, sharp film takes, and a sarcastic humor I really liked. I started engaging with her posts—commenting here and there, sometimes replying to stories. She always answered back, polite but warm.

Then, a business trip popped up—just an hour from the trails she usually runs. I figured, why not? I sent her a respectful message: told her I was flying in from overseas, loved her trail picks, and would be thrilled to join for a run if she was up for it.

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The next day she replied: "Checked out your Insta and LinkedIn. You seem like a good guy. Let's meet Sunday at 9. Here's the GPS route."

The route was no joke—10 miles, 1,500 feet of climbing. But I was game.

That morning, it was cold for me—around 50°F—but she showed up in light gear, looking strong and composed. I brought a small gift: a set of collectible POP figures I knew she liked. She smiled wide, gave me a warm hug, and we set off.

The trail was stunning—and tough. She moved like a pro. I kept pace, doing my best on the rocky terrain. We chatted about training, life, movies. Then she pointed toward a ridge.

"See that hill? Let's get to the top. Worth it," she said.

Before I could answer, she darted up the climb. I chased, breathless, reaching the summit just behind her. The view? Unreal.

"Totally worth the effort," I said, still catching my breath.

She looked at me, almost laughing. "You seriously don't recognize this place?"

I gave a clueless shrug.

She burst out laughing. "This is where I shoot content for my adult account. It's kind of my signature spot."

I froze. No clue. Zero idea.

She grinned. "Yeah… that's why I lost my last sponsor. They weren't fans of the sexy shots in their gear."

Then she pulled out her phone, along with a mini tripod. "Come on—help me take a few fire pics before we head back."

With a playful smirk, she slipped off her bra, posed confidently, and snapped a few selfies. Then she turned to me: "Think you can help with a few more?"

"Uh, sure," I said, trying to keep it cool.

We took some incredible shots—her confidence, energy, and raw presence were unreal. Her body was sculpted, powerful. But it wasn't just the looks—it was the boldness, the self-assuredness. She owned the moment.

And I stood there, camera in hand, thinking… How did I end up here? And did I just win the lottery?

Every angle was perfection, and I could feel my body reacting in ways I couldn't hide. My cock stiffened, straining against my running tights, and I knew she had noticed.

She glanced down, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Looks like you like what you see."

I chuckled nervously. "Can you blame me?"

Her eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, the air between us felt charged. Then, without a word, she eased herself onto a large rock, leaning back against her backpack for support. She spread her legs, revealing her shaved pussy already glistening with arousal. My heart raced as she looked at me, her expression daring me to make a move.

"Come here," she said softly, her voice laced with desire.

I didn't need to be told twice. I knelt between her legs, my hands running up her strong thighs before I leaned in to kiss them. Her skin was soft and warm, and I could feel her muscles tense slightly under my touch. I blew gently on her clit, savoring the way she shivered in response. Then I leaned in, my tongue flicking against her sensitive nub.

Jane moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the rock as her hips moved against my mouth. My tongue explored her, moving in slow, deliberate circles that made her squirm. Her taste was intoxicating, and I could feel her body trembling as her pleasure built. It didn't take long before she came, her back arching as a soft cry escaped her lips.

"That was amazing," she breathed, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

We switched places, and I pulled down my tights, my cock springing free. Her eyes widened, and she let out a soft gasp. "You're circumcised," she said, her voice filled with appreciation. "It's so much better to suck those."

Before I could respond, she took me into her mouth, her lips wrapping around my shaft as she began to move up and down. Her technique was incredible—every flick of her tongue, every suck of her lips sent waves of pleasure through me. She paid special attention to the tip, her tongue swirling around it in ways that drove me wild.

I could feel myself getting close, and I pulled her up, she stood behind her as we looked out at the view. Her hand reached for me, one grabbing my balls while the other stroked my cock. I groaned, my hips thrusting into her hand as I felt myself on the edge.

"Cum for me," she whispered, her voice sending me over the edge. I came hard, my release shooting into the open air as she continued to stroke me until I was completely spent. She knelt down, her mouth cleaning me with a softness that made me shiver.

We ran back down the trail, the tension between us now replaced with a comfortable ease. As we reached our cars, she turned to me with a smile.

"Breakfast?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

I grinned, nodding as I followed her to a nearby café, my mind already racing with thoughts of what might come next.