Just after lockdown ended, but it was still a requirement to self-isolate, this happened. I, Gina, lived with my flatmate Candice. We had been best friends since high school and were now living together in a house just outside of London. She was working from home, as was I. I hadn’t had sex in about four months. I was craving intimacy and I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d been watching adult videos for the last few months, but nothing was satisfying me. I was constantly aroused and found myself touching myself more than usual. My best friend was a fit girl and she’d just started running. Every morning and evening she would go on a two-hour run. This was my opportunity.
She would go for her runs; I had been texting with Shane, a local guy I’d met a couple of months ago. We’d never met in person, but I was very attracted to him. I’d seen pictures of him; he was fit, well-built, with tattoos on his arms. His hair was long but tidy, he had a beard, and overall he was good looking. I knew I wouldn’t go too far—this was just about naughty fun. I’d told him I was living with my friend and he’d told me he lived with two other guys. Neither of us could go out, which was frustrating, because we both wanted to meet. We’d been edging each other for the past couple of weeks. I was aching for intimacy and I planned to make my chance count.
Then I waited for Candice to leave for her evening run. I texted Shane to say she was gone and I was alone. I dressed up in a sexy outfit—stockings, suspenders, a small black thong, a matching bra, and heels. I slipped on a little black dress that hugged my curves. When I heard the doorbell, I opened the door and Shane was standing there. He looked incredible and I was instantly wet with desire. He wore tight black jeans and a black T-shirt; his arms were toned. I invited him in, and he pushed me against the door, showing dominance, and I loved it. We kissed passionately, and he carried me toward the bedroom. We fell onto the bed and continued kissing, his hands exploring my body. He grew hard against me, and I eagerly invited him to join me. He removed his clothes and I gasped at his physique. He positioned himself and we began to move together, the pace building quickly as the room filled with our sounds.
His tempo grew and the heat between us intensified. I moved with him, my body responding, and we both reached a peak and collapsed into a satisfied silence. He rolled off then, and we shared a quick cigarette before he said he had to go.
Afterwards, he left, and I took a shower to wash away the sweat. I checked the time—20:47—and knew Candice would be home soon. I dressed casually and sat on the sofa to watch TV. A few weeks went by; it wasn’t every time she went for a run, but at least once a week we kept it going in secret. It’s not the naughtiest thing, but it stays our little secret. To this day Candace doesn’t know that when she was out for her run I was with Shane. The secrecy is what makes it so sexy for me. This is an adult romance and erotic fiction about secrecy, desire, and a friends-with-benefits dynamic, perfect for readers seeking adult romance and steamy erotica.
