Maybe if he ran faster he wouldn’t think about her.
It had been a year since Lisa passed, and even now, the memories came back sharp, sudden, a knife to in his chest. The smell of citrus, the sound of a stream, he’d turn to tell her something, and she wasn’t there.
Damnit. Jack blinked the moisture from his eyes and ran harder. He’d managed a few weeks of unthinking relief since he’d gone back to running in Myler Park. True, the park wasn’t exactly the safest, and there was no chance he’d run there when it got dark. But, further back on the gravel trails where it was lush and green, he could almost escape. Escape the sad looks, the empty house, and the memories.
Instead of his usual left, he took a right, up the hill. Damn, even a few weeks back into a routine, the incline left him winded. He passed a gravel parking lot, with a lone Subaru station wagon parked under a tree, and pushed on.
Up and up he went, past scrubby pines and faded wildflowers. Abruptly, the path died in a clearing. Shit. He’d been here before. What was it, twenty three years ago? Not long after they got the house, they’d gone exploring. And when a young couple finds a clearing…
Jack’s running shorts began to tent. Despite their painful edge, the memories of her on all fours in the sun, the heat as he pushed into her, his hips gave an involuntary roll. Christ, that ass. They had fucked until they had collapsed into the soft grass and clover, holding each other as the sun dropped below the trees.
Damnit, while his body ached to feel her against him, his cock stood at full attention. Jack had only fucked once since the funeral, and it had been a disaster. Pam was nice enough, and those tits had been fantastic, but having another woman beside him reminded him too much of Lisa. It was cold comfort. He hadn’t even been able to come.
But, his erection wasn’t going away. For a brief moment, Jack considered beating off in the clearing but, instead he made his way back down the hill. Maybe a cool down and a cold shower were what he needed.
As he crunched past the parking lot, the station wagon was still sitting beneath the tree. But now the back door was cracked open. The driver’s seat looked empty, and Jack couldn’t see anyone around. Shit. Had someone forgotten to shut their door before going on a hike?
While part of him, the tired sweaty part, told him to leave it be, he couldn’t. What kind of asshole would he be if he didn’t shut the door? Myler park wasn’t crime-central, but this was basically asking for your car to be robbed. And, after all, what would Lisa say?
Mind lost to memories of good-hearted jabs and grumpy replies, Jack jogged over to the subaru. Rounding the back past tinted windows, he grabbed for the door, and…
Oh shit.
A young man was sprawled on his front across the back seat, absentmindedly swiping through pictures on his phone. While he wasn’t tall by any means, he had his legs bent and ankles crossed, to keep him from sticking too far out of the station wagon. It gave Jack a perfect view of his ass.
A very bare ass, lifted slightly into the air, framed with strips of blue elastic.
“Uhh..” Jack took an involuntary step back.
“Took you long enou--” the young man rolled over, and yelped. “Jesus fucking Christ!”
“Shit. Sorry. Shit. I didn’t mean…” Jack was stammering, who the hell lays around in the back seat with their ass pointed to an open door?
The young man seemed to relax and pull himself up, “Hey… it’s no problem. Didn’t mean to startle you.”
“Uhhh…” Jack was at a loss for words.
It had been a year since Lisa passed, and even now, the memories came back sharp, sudden, a knife to in his chest. The smell of citrus, the sound of a stream, he’d turn to tell her something, and she wasn’t there.
Damnit. Jack blinked the moisture from his eyes and ran harder. He’d managed a few weeks of unthinking relief since he’d gone back to running in Myler Park. True, the park wasn’t exactly the safest, and there was no chance he’d run there when it got dark. But, further back on the gravel trails where it was lush and green, he could almost escape. Escape the sad looks, the empty house, and the memories.
Instead of his usual left, he took a right, up the hill. Damn, even a few weeks back into a routine, the incline left him winded. He passed a gravel parking lot, with a lone Subaru station wagon parked under a tree, and pushed on.
Up and up he went, past scrubby pines and faded wildflowers. Abruptly, the path died in a clearing. Shit. He’d been here before. What was it, twenty three years ago? Not long after they got the house, they’d gone exploring. And when a young couple finds a clearing…
Jack’s running shorts began to tent. Despite their painful edge, the memories of her on all fours in the sun, the heat as he pushed into her, his hips gave an involuntary roll. Christ, that ass. They had fucked until they had collapsed into the soft grass and clover, holding each other as the sun dropped below the trees.
Damnit, while his body ached to feel her against him, his cock stood at full attention. Jack had only fucked once since the funeral, and it had been a disaster. Pam was nice enough, and those tits had been fantastic, but having another woman beside him reminded him too much of Lisa. It was cold comfort. He hadn’t even been able to come.
But, his erection wasn’t going away. For a brief moment, Jack considered beating off in the clearing but, instead he made his way back down the hill. Maybe a cool down and a cold shower were what he needed.
As he crunched past the parking lot, the station wagon was still sitting beneath the tree. But now the back door was cracked open. The driver’s seat looked empty, and Jack couldn’t see anyone around. Shit. Had someone forgotten to shut their door before going on a hike?
While part of him, the tired sweaty part, told him to leave it be, he couldn’t. What kind of asshole would he be if he didn’t shut the door? Myler park wasn’t crime-central, but this was basically asking for your car to be robbed. And, after all, what would Lisa say?
Mind lost to memories of good-hearted jabs and grumpy replies, Jack jogged over to the subaru. Rounding the back past tinted windows, he grabbed for the door, and…
Oh shit.
A young man was sprawled on his front across the back seat, absentmindedly swiping through pictures on his phone. While he wasn’t tall by any means, he had his legs bent and ankles crossed, to keep him from sticking too far out of the station wagon. It gave Jack a perfect view of his ass.
A very bare ass, lifted slightly into the air, framed with strips of blue elastic.
“Uhh..” Jack took an involuntary step back.
“Took you long enou--” the young man rolled over, and yelped. “Jesus fucking Christ!”
“Shit. Sorry. Shit. I didn’t mean…” Jack was stammering, who the hell lays around in the back seat with their ass pointed to an open door?
The young man seemed to relax and pull himself up, “Hey… it’s no problem. Didn’t mean to startle you.”
“Uhhh…” Jack was at a loss for words.
