Ingrid Socks It To Them And Then We Make Out Together 
by Lady Luck



When I first met Ingrid through business, I liked her very much. She was
attractive, albeit a little on the plump side, quite tall and leggy, had long
blonde hair and an engaging smile. We became friends but only really kept in
touch by phone and e-mail because we lived quite far apart.

However, she invited me over for a weekend and I gladly accepted. She told me
that she had been working out at the gym for a while and had also been out
running regularly and so I would probably notice a slight change in her
appearance.

A slight change! Ingrid looked fantastic. She'd shed about 2 stones and was
slim and lean and so athletic looking. She still had long blonde hair and now
her long legs accentuated her new slim look. She looked so sexy. "Ingrid you
look marvellous," I said. "Thank you," she smiled. Ingrid was French and grew
up in France but her mother was Swedish, hence her christian name.

After I unpacked, Ingrid asked if I wanted to go for a run in the country. It
was her usual 5 mile route which would take about 35 minutes or so, and as I'd
brought my running gear with me I readily agreed. We put our kits on and off
we went. Ingrid's running style was wonderful, so relaxed; she was sheer
poetry in motion.

As we approached a country lane after just over 2 miles, two arseholes jumped
out in front of us, obviously with just one thing on their tiny minds. As I
was contemplating using the little judo that I knew, Ingrid suddenly smashed
the first arsehole in the face with her elbow and then she kicked the other
one right in the balls. Then she brought her right knee forcibly into his jaw
and knocked him backwards onto the ground. As she did so, I watched the beads
of sweat glistening on her incredibly tanned leg and admired her.

She swung round and caught the first arsehole on his jaw with a right hook and
then she knocked him out with an even better and harder left hook. Her long
blonde hair swayed like a samba as she displayed her incredible, and hitherto
unknown to me, fighting skills, and then the sunlight caught her face and she
looked like a picture, a beautiful portrait and my heart was pounding.

As much as my heart was pounding with the excitement of watching Ingrid giving
these scumbags a good hiding, I knew that there was another reason. I wanted
her. She turned round again as the other arsehole was staggering to his feet
and she put him down for good, with a right hook as crisp, clean and powerful
as I'd ever seen.

"Ingrid you were fantastic," I purred. "Well I couldn't let two arseholes harm
my Lisa," she smiled. "I had to protect you." I knew at that moment that I
really wanted her but, more importantly, I knew by the smile on her face that
she wanted me too.

We held hands and walked across the field and stopped behind a nearby bush and
we held each other and kissed. Not just a peck but a long and sensual full
blooded kiss on the mouth. My pulse was racing.

We continued with the remainder of our run, which seemed to take an age but in
effect was only about 20 minutes. As we approached Ingrid's house my heart was
absolutely beating like a drum. It was pounding so much I thought it was going
to crash out of my body. She opened the door and we threw off our running
shoes. Then we ran upstairs and practically ripped off our gear and entered
the shower together.

With a fountain of water cascading over us, we explored each other and our
breasts touched and our pussies met, and it was awesome! We caressed each
other and knew instinctively how to pleasure each other and it was the most
amazing experience I've ever had.

We then spent the whole afternoon in Ingrid's bed and I felt fulfilled. I was
so content but also very confused. I knew that I now had to question my
sexuality........

The End (but perhaps not yet finished)

Lady Luck