Run For Your Life!

I had just began a new job as a supervisor with a prominent home building company whose offices were located in the Perth suburb of South Perth. Each year, the company engaged the services of a guy called Les Welsh, a lecturer from the local university, to give a refresher course on Critical Path Planning, a program designed to improve and speed up the construction of new homes.
The lecture, held in the company offices, started at nine in the morning till noon and then after an hour's break for lunch, finished at four in the afternoon. Including Les and myself, also present were fellow supervisors John Lloyd, Ted Smith and Construction Manager Pat Smith who was Ted's older brother.
Normally on Saturday afternoons, I played State League Soccer for a club called Floreat Athena. However, during last week's game, I received my fifth yellow card for the season and thus incurred a one match suspension. I was still expected to attend that afternoon's fixture but when I told the team coach about my lecture, he agreed to my request to miss the match.
The previous day, using the family car, my wife and two children had driven down to Bunbury to visit her parents for the weekend. My company car had developed a fault in the cooling system and was still in the repair shop. I arose early on Saturday, had a quick breakfast, fed Rex my Labrador and making sure his water bowl was full, caught a taxi to the office in South Perth. Arriving just before nine o'clock, I went inside and joined the others seated around the boardroom table.
Lunchtime arrived and we adjourned to the Windsor Hotel, a five minute walk around the corner from the office. We had just finished eating and I went to the bar to order one final round of drinks before returning to the office when I recognised a pretty girl serving drinks in the bar adjoining. Quickly placing the tray of drinks back on our table, I slipped through the door to the other bar.
I caught her eye and said, 'Hello Julie, how are you?'
'Oh,' she said blushing slightly, 'It's you.' Two years previously, my soccer team was doing pre season training on a small oval in Beaufort Street and Julie was working as a barmaid in the Brisbane Hotel directly opposite. With a couple of my team mates, I had a few drinks there one evening after training had finished. We seemed to click and later had a glorious one night stand in her bedroom upstairs when she stopped work for the evening. However, on subsequent visits to the hotel there was no sign of her and I thought it wise not to enquire about her whereabouts.
'How long have you been working here?' I asked her, glancing at the wedding ring on her left hand.
'Oh, a couple of weeks now,' she replied.
'I'd better get going,' I said. 'I'm in a meeting for the rest of this afternoon.'
'Wait,' she said, hesitating. 'I stop work at four o'clock. Maybe we could go somewhere for a drink. Perhaps we could even go to my place over in Jolimont and I'll cook you dinner,' she added.
'But what about your husband,' I said, pointing at the ring on her finger.
'Oh,' she said again. 'He's away on business and not due back until late tomorrow night.'
'Okay then,' I agreed. "I'll be back here just after four but I haven't got a car.'
'That's all right,' she said pointing through the bar window to the car park. 'That blue VW Beetle parked in the corner is mine and I'll meet you there.'

Our Critical Path Planning meeting finished on a positive note and taking my leave, I made a bee line back to the hotel car park and found Julie in her Vee Dub waiting for me. She drove over the Narrows Bridge that crossed the Swan River and up on to Hay Street and pulled into a small shopping centre. As we both got out of the car she said, 'You go and pick up two bottles of Cinzano Bianca and some condoms while I collect a few things for dinner.' Meeting back at the car, she then drove further along Hay Street into the suburb of Jolimont, turned left into Dakin Street that ran parallel to and was separated by a grassed verge from Hay Street and pulled up in the driveway of a small, neat house. Unlocking the front door, we placed our shopping on the kitchen bench top. 'I'm having a shower,' she said. 'Would you care to join me?' Needing no second bidding, I followed her into the en suite off the main bedroom where we both stripped off and got into the shower recess. Adjusting the water to a comfortable level, we soaped each other up and as I kissed her ample breasts, I felt her nipples harden under my tongue. She fondled my stiffening member and kneeling down, took me in her mouth to the point of ejaculation. Standing up, she kissed me with our tongues touching, sharing the taste of my semen. As we towelled ourselves dry, I tried to coax her on to the double bed. 'We have plenty of time for that,' she said smiling and slipping on a bath robe, returned to the kitchen. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I padded after her. 'You have a beer while I cook dinner.' I retrieved a small bottle of beer from the refrigerator and as I drank it slowly sitting at the dining table, she busied herself at the stove grilling two steaks and preparing some salad.

As we sat eating and sipping the Cinzano Bianca and soda water with a slice of lemon, I studied Julie across the table. She was an attractive, blue eyed blonde just the wrong side of thirty. 'Why me, Julie?' I asked quietly.
'Oh, I don't know, Ed. I'll never forget that night in the Brisbane Hotel.' We quickly washed the dishes and she led me back to the bedroom, shrugging out of her bath robe and pulled the towel from my waist. We lay down on the bed and she straddled me, presenting her vagina to my eager tongue and took my erect penis in her mouth. Firmly grasping her buttocks, I thrust my tongue deeper and deeper inside her until she orgasmed, moaning with pleasure. Gently moving her underneath me, I rolled a condom on to my penis and she guided me inside her.

She was quite insatiable and we eventually fell asleep exhausted in each others arms, the sweat of our exertions drying on our bodies. I awoke to feel Julie fondling my penis back into life. The luminous dial on my watch in the darkened room said twenty past eight. A chink of daylight was showing through the vertical blinds. She rolled a fresh condom on to my erection and placing herself astride me, guided me inside her once more. Slowly gyrating her hips she said, 'I'll make you some nice bacon and eggs after this.' We were both approaching that magic moment when the sound of a car engine outside halted us in our tracks. Julie jumped off me like a scalded cat and I followed her the window. Moving the blinds slightly, I saw a big, bearded guy getting out of a four wheel drive Toyota. 'That's my husband,' she whispered. 'If he finds you here he will kill the both of us!' She picked up the used condoms, flushed them down the toilet and jumped under the shower. I heard the front door open as I frantically searched for my socks and shoes.
'I'm home early, Julie,' his voice called out.
'I'm in the shower, darling, put the kettle on for some coffee.'
A moment went past. 'I can't find the coffee,' the voice said, coming closer to the bedroom door. I finished tying my shoe laces and tucking my clothes under my left arm, I bolted naked through the glass sliding door on to the front lawn of the house. It was raining steadily and much to my amazement, Hay Street was a seething mass of athletes as far as the eye could see, running in a westerly direction. I suddenly realised that the Annual City To Surf Fun Run was taking place this morning. Loping across the Dakin Street verge, I joined the long group of sweating runners, trying to blend in with them, if that was at all possible under the circumstances.

Easily keeping up the comfortable pace set by the other competitors, I noticed the runner on my left looking at me curiously. 'Do you always run in the nude?' he asked.
'All the time,' I replied. 'It gives me a great sense of freedom.'
The runner on my right then asked me, 'Do you always run with your clothes tucked under your arm?'
'Oh, yes,' I said. 'That way I can get dressed right at the end of the run and go straight home.'
The runner on my left then cast his eyes a little lower and queried, 'Do you always wear a condom when you run?'
'No¦.only when it's raining.'

And guess what¦I made my way to the head of the field and crossing the finishing line first at City Beach Oval, I won the race!