Hot and wet

The shower was hot and welcoming after my muddy antics around the cross country course. Several weeks earlier I'd joined a local running team to try and increase my ability as a novice. The day of the race had arrived and I was nervous and couldn't stop going to the toilet. The voice on the loud hailer demanding everyone to get to the starting post immediately. As I ran out of the ladies I bumped into another woman who held onto my arm to steady herself as we collided.. she smiled at me in a way I've never felt before, the heat lighting up my face, I felt my face go bright red. Trying to hide my embarrassment I just smiled back at her. The weather was cold and my nipples showed this by sticking out like chapel hat pegs through my white T-shirt, rubbing on the stiff cotton fabric, I folded my arms to try and hide my predicament. Shivering but still smiling to myself, I couldn't get this woman's face out of my mind. I took one last look round as the starter gun went off so loud, I stumbled. The first lap of this muddy field eventually took us into and through a Forrest. I found the terrain very different from the hard tarmac I'd been used to training on. I had forgotten how cold it was and the sore sensation of my now limp nipples. My attempt to catch up with the front runners was beginning to fade, but I was happy that I had been accepted into the race, one of many I hope. Suddenly the ground fell away from me, my foot slipping, with a loud crack I felt my ankle snap. I screamed so loud. I fell down a ditch, snagging my shirt on a branch as I rolled down this ravine.. the pain was excruciating. I eventually came to a sudden stop, the light went out. I came round but I have no idea how long I was unconscious, my ankle still throbbin, blood trickled and now dried on my left arm, from a deep gash. I had no idea how long I'd been lying there, and then it dawned on me how the hell was I going to get back! I tried to move but I couldn't. I tried shouting for help but I was alone. It was starting to get dusk, and with no way of lighting a fire or keeping warm I started to cry. I snuggled down into the undergrowth pulling the remains of my shirt over my arms, doing my best to think positively. I closed my eyes and relived that brief moment earlier in the changing rooms, the look on that woman's face as we crashed into each other...
The more I thought about it, the more I started to feel warm but the warmth was coming from the fire between my legs. I moved my right hand, shuffled my bum forward so I could get a better angle, sliding my cold fingers down to my now wet and tingling clit ...'Mmmm' the sensation of my cold finger touching my little bud of paradise. A shudder ran down my spine as I fought off a yawn. I soon forgot about staying out in the cold. My nipples sprang to attention, yanking my ripped shirt up forcing my sports bra to one side I pinched my right tit until it became so intense I wanted to scream. Looking around, realising no one would hear me, I rubbed my clit harder and faster, my legs beginning to thrash about as the orgasm surged through my body ... 'Oh my .... god' 'Arggghhhhhhhhh.... 'yes' 'yes' 'yes'... rubbing faster, biting my bottom lip, this tidal wave of rapture tearing through my veins.... my pussy soaking wet, cold air shudders my exposed flesh, goose bumps ignite my body. Pulling my fingers from my dripping cunt, I bring them to my nose, smell my scent, taste my juices, imagine me with that woman, what she'd taste like. 'Hello' ... I could hear a voice in the distance, a car engine. 'Anyone there?' I straightened myself the best I could, wiped my hand on the grass, pulled my shorts up, tucking my breasts back into the folds of the fabric .... ' Help ' I shouted ...'I'm down here.' Suddenly as of like out of now where the woman of my dreams came running sideways down the hill towards me with a big smile on her face, and mine was one of relief that I'd been found and would soon be warm again. The journey back to the club house was slow and very bumpy. My ankle had now swelled to the size of a football. All I could think about was getting out of these dirty wet clothes and into a hot shower.
After the doctor had checked my foot, thankfully nothing broken, he strapped it up with a broad bandage. I was advised to rest for two weeks and no more running! My dream had fallen down. My recovery was a speedy one and me not being of sound mind, took it upon myself to totally ignore the doctors advice. Once I'd got the swelling down, I was soon out treading the roads building up my stamina. One fine sunny day I decided to take a run through the very Forrest where I had fallen. This time I was ready for the terrain. Soon I was up to speed, the sun in my eyes with the birds in the sky above. I couldn't believe my eyes but in the distance was a woman running towards me. As I got closer to her I suddenly realised who she was..'hello' she shouted.
'Hi' a bloody great cheesy grin on my face and that warm fuzzy feeling between my legs.
She told me she'd watched my every move the day of the race, and when she realised that I hadn't finished, then she knew I'd either got lost or had an accident. If she only know the whole story. That day will stick with me forever...
The shower was hot and welcoming after our run. We had the changing rooms to ourselves... but that's another story!