My Runner Debut Ended Behind the Bushes

I had tried to avoid it, but in the end she fell like everyone else. With so much advertising on TV, on the radio, on the internet, and on social media, she finally gave in. Marta became, almost without realizing it, just another novice runner.

Before her first session she went to the shopping center on the outskirts of Tres Cantos, where there was a huge sports store. She left with a bag full of gear: black short leggings, two fitted T-shirts (one white, one pink), a pair of Adidas trainers that weighed almost nothing, technical socks, and a sports bra. If I’m missing anything, I’ll come back, she thought as she paid, eager to get home and wear everything that same afternoon.

It was Friday. She knew it wasn’t the best day to start, with the whole weekend ahead to rest, but at seven she stripped down to a thong and low-cut socks that barely reached her ankles. She pulled on the leggings, the bra, the pink T-shirt, and laced up her trainers. She set up the app that was going to track her progress and headed out to the park three streets away.

She lasted longer than expected. The pace wasn’t brilliant, but for someone who hadn’t set foot in a gym for years, it was a pleasant surprise. When she got into the shower, she decided she would do it again the next morning. The sensations were too good to ignore.

At twenty-seven, Marta was proud of a body that genetics had given her and that no excess could ruin. A perky ass, firm legs, a well-proportioned chest, and a small face with a scattering of freckles around green eyes that had earned her more than one compliment. She worked as an assistant at a dental clinic in the city center, so she looked after her smile professionally.

She knew perfectly well that she attracted attention, but she was a woman for one man only: Sergio, her boyfriend of four years. Sergio was a substitute teacher and that year he’d been assigned a post in Cáceres, so the couple had been living four hundred kilometers apart since September. On Saturday afternoon he would be back for the long weekend, because Monday was a holiday in her city, and Marta was already counting the hours. She wanted to talk to him, hug him, and, above all, fuck him until he was exhausted. She was traditional when it came to sex, but two weeks of abstinence had her climbing the walls.

The reunion was set for the afternoon. First thing Saturday morning, the alarm went off. She had set it early because she wanted to go back to the park. Maybe Sergio will notice my ass feels firmer tonight, she thought with a half smile.

She got up, took off the old T-shirt she usually slept in, and dressed in her runner outfit. This time she chose a slightly more remote area: a park with dirt paths and clusters of trees that were much better for her knees than asphalt. It was early and there was hardly anyone around. After the mandatory stretches, she activated the app and set off.

During the run she only crossed paths with a girl walking a dog and two cyclists who passed her without looking at her. At twenty-eight minutes the app beeped: she had beaten a goal saved in memory. Marta slowed to a stop, feeling sweat run down her back. The pink T-shirt clung to her skin.

She walked a few meters to catch her breath. She drank from a fountain beside a wooded area and used a wooden bench to stretch.

She was propping one leg on the backrest, holding her foot with her hand, when she started to hear it. Music. Not very loud, but clear. It was coming from behind the trees.

At first she ignored it. But curiosity won out when she heard laughter and voices. She cut the stretch short and moved closer to the trees.

She crossed the first line of trees without a problem. Behind it there was a hedge, and she found a gap on the left to slip through. On the other side she ran into another line of trees and another hedge, this one without any gaps. But she did spot a slit at eye level. She pressed her face to it and looked.

Beyond it, a dirt path snaked away, and parked there was a gray Civic with all four doors open. The music was coming from the speakers. The laughter was coming from the front of the car. Marta’s mouth opened in a silent “o” and a small moan escaped her without permission.

There were three of them. Two guys and a girl. Younger than she was; twenty at most. Both guys had their pants lowered to their ankles. One of them was getting a blowjob; the other was fucking her from behind. The girl had her jeans bunched up at the backs of her knees and was still wearing only one black heel. The other lay on the ground, next to what looked like a bra and a tank top.

From her hiding place Marta could see everything without any risk of being discovered. She had never witnessed anything like it and, although her heart had already calmed down after the run, she felt it pounding again. With a mixture of surprise, shame, and excitement she discovered that her nipples had hardened under the sports bra, that a shiver was running down her back, and that she was getting wet on her own. That improvised scene had gotten her horny.

She looked back. No one could see her from the path, and no one could see her from the other side of the hedge. To get to her they would have had to cross exactly where she had crossed, and that was almost impossible.

She relaxed and kept watching. The two guys were slim and tall. The one fucking from behind was doing it hard; the marks of his fingers were etched into the girl’s ass. The slap of skin against skin reached her mixed with the three of them panting. Marta felt her hand slip inside her leggings without her giving the order. She started to rub herself. She didn’t usually do it, and during the two weeks without Sergio she had held out without touching herself despite the desire, but there she couldn’t stop herself. She felt her lips soaked and her fingers sliding slowly, with a ease that made her bite her lower lip.

The guy in front tugged at the girl’s shirt. Two small round breasts appeared. He grabbed one in each hand while telling her to suck him harder. Marta heard him clearly.

She watched the girl’s hands rest on his thighs, keeping her balance against the other man’s thrusts. She sped up her own fingers. She could feel her clit swollen, sensitive, almost painful.

Then the guy behind stopped.

—Hugo, let’s switch, I’m about to blow my load.

When the one in back went around the car to take the front, Marta recognized him. It was Iván, one of her little brother’s friends. And then the other one… of course! It was Hugo, another from the same group. A strange feeling ran through her body. She had talked to them a hundred times in her living room, served them beer, driven them to some party or other. They had always been “my brother’s friends,” and now she was there, spying on them, enjoying the live porn they were giving her without knowing it.

She knew that both had been in serious relationships for years. Two girls from the same group. But the one behind the hedge wasn’t either of them. As she thought that, she realized her fingers were no longer stroking: they were going in and out. They were completely soaked. I’m going to come here, she thought. And she liked the idea.

The suspicion was confirmed when the girl sat up for a moment to wipe her mouth and Marta could see her face. It was Noelia, a neighbor from two buildings down. She had been her brother’s classmate in high school. Marta knew she’d had a partner for a long time, because she had seen them shopping together at the corner supermarket. And obviously the boyfriend was neither of the two men fucking her.

The guys had already changed positions. Iván was getting the blowjob at the front. Hugo positioned himself behind her, made her rest the heel of her shoe on the bumper, and stroked between her thighs. What Marta couldn’t tear her eyes away from was Hugo’s cock. It was huge. She had never seen one like it. Sergio wasn’t badly endowed, but that belonged to another league. Maybe because of the boy’s slender build it seemed even bigger.

It wasn’t that she wanted it inside her. Not that. It was simply seeing it, knowing who it belonged to, witnessing what was about to happen. She increased the speed on her own clit.

Hugo penetrated Noelia. Marta heard the girl’s long moan as he took her. Noelia raised her head for a moment, eyes closed, and then went right back to Iván’s cock. It was obvious this wasn’t the first time she had found herself in a situation like this.

The leggings were starting to feel damp on the outside. Marta’s fingers were dripping. Feeling like a voyeur, masturbating outdoors first thing in the morning, was bringing her to orgasm faster than she expected.

The first to come was Iván. She saw him rise onto his toes and let out a tight moan. He must have done it in Noelia’s mouth, because he pulled out of her, ran a hand through her hair, and kissed her forehead with a smile.

—Swallow it all, Noeli. Swallow it —she caught him saying.

Noelia obeyed without complaining and Iván kissed her forehead again.

Without the front man’s support, Noelia couldn’t handle Hugo’s thrusts very well. He turned her until she braced both hands on the hood of the Civic.

—What a load I just shot, man —Iván said as he pulled up his pants—. How are you holding up?

—I’m going to wreck this one, no matter what. Right, Noeli? You like it when they hit it hard like that, huh?

Noelia’s voice came through between gasps.

—I fucking love your cock. Give me more, give me it hard. Fuck me.

Hugo gave her a loud slap on the ass and shoved hard. Marta watched the boy’s ass tighten with each thrust. The cock didn’t go all the way in, until he persisted and drove it in completely. Marta was already a breath away from orgasm. He’s going to split her in two, she thought. It doesn’t fit.

Iván was calmly looking at his phone, leaning against the car’s bodywork. Marta guessed that this wasn’t the first scene of that kind the two friends had starred in.

She wasn’t the second to come either. She didn’t know whether Noelia had finished before, but she saw her arch her back, lift her head, and string together a series of deeper moans. Noelia was coming while Hugo kept hammering that enormous cock into her. The guy seemed to like that, because after a few seconds for her to recover, the thrusts sped up again. He didn’t take long to follow.

Marta saw Hugo’s buttocks clench, his body lift, and unload into Noelia. A long, single moan accompanied the orgasm. The girl was left flattened against the hood under his weight. Hugo kissed her cheek and pulled away. A thin thread of semen was still hanging from him when he came out.

—Noeli, damn, that was insane. One of the best times —Hugo said, out of breath.

—I enjoyed it like crazy too —she answered—. You know this really turns me on. Since last night I’d been thinking only about this.

Hugo was passing a tissue between her legs. Noelia did the same and began adjusting a white thong that was tangled in her jeans. Iván was still off to one side, silent, looking at his phone.

And Marta, behind the hedge, came. She had been holding on for a while, trying to stretch the moment, but she couldn’t take it anymore. She pressed her lips together so no sound would escape and let the orgasm climb up her legs. She had to put one knee on the ground. Even a thread of saliva slid down her chin. She pulled her fingers out from inside the leggings and looked at them: they were shining, completely covered.

When she looked back again to the other side of the hedge, the guys were already in the car. Noelia was adjusting her bra, picking up the heel from the ground, and climbing into the back seat. The Civic started up and disappeared down the dirt path.

***

Marta straightened up slowly. The leggings had dark stains of fluid inside and, she supposed, outside too. Her panties were completely soaked. She took off her trainers, pulled down the leggings, and removed the thong right there, crouched behind the hedge. She tried to wipe her fingers on the fabric itself, with not much success, and in the end left the garment in a crumpled ball on the ground, among the leaves.

She got dressed again, looked left and right, and stepped out of her hiding place. There was no one there. She walked to the fountain and splashed water on her face, on her hands, on the leggings. She drank until the dryness in her mouth went away. Her reflection in the water stream gave her back a flushed face. Anyone who sees me will think it’s from running, she thought. Running in a different way, of course.

She checked her crotch in the improvised mirror: it barely showed, and the remaining dampness could pass for sweat. Her nipples, still somewhat erect, were well covered by the sports bra.

She went home at a brisk pace, still feeling her sex throbbing, swollen, sensitive, hungry. She wanted a long shower. She wanted to get rid of the smell of the park, the sweat, and everything else.

And, above all, she wanted Sergio to arrive that afternoon full of desire. She planned to fuck him at night, by day, against the wall, and in bed. After what had happened that morning, nothing was going to save him anymore.