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Fanned Flames – Season 1 Episode 9

Episode 9


When we got back to her house, Caro took a calendar off the wall and we sat down at the kitchen table and I wrote out a training schedule.

I spread her usual weekly mileage throughout the weekdays, and added a long run for each weekend, increasing the distance gradually week-to-week, to get her prepared for a big race in November. The race was in the city about an hour away.


At this point it was the end of July, so I mapped out a 15 week plan peaking with runs of 20, 20 and 21 miles in weeks 11, 12 and 13.

“What do I do the last two weeks?” Caro asked.


“Eat, drink and rest!” I said. “You don’t want to over train. If you’re not ready by then, it’s too late.”


We would start asap….


Caro was a pretty good runner and had no trouble with the early training. As two people running many miles together, side by side, we covered many topics of conversation. I found Caro very easy to talk to.


After about three or four weeks of training together our comfort level had reached a point of total ease. Caro would sometimes touch me when she spoke, and I became less hesitant to touch her as well. When she completed the twelve miler, she was exuberant and gave me a big hug and kissed my lips.

After that our normal greetings and goodbyes included a hug and a kiss. When we ate together her eyes would linger on mine and her coy smile would give my stomach butterflies.

My loins got butterflies too, despite our twenty year age difference.


That week I had used her bathroom off the pool after taking a swim and noticed her toilet had a leak and would keep running off and on. I told Caro I would fix it for her, I just needed to go to the hardware store and get the replacement parts.


She was very appreciative and started to dig into her purse and I told her not to worry about it, it would not be expensive and was an easy fix. She said maybe I would get a free dinner out of the deal, then.


That afternoon I went to the hardware store to buy the kit and took it back to her house. By this time knocking on the door had become an unnecessary formality, so I walked in and found her in the kitchen.

“I’m cooking your dinner, so I hope you don’t have plans!

she called as I entered the room.


I swear she was trying to drive me crazy. She was wearing short frayed cut-offs and an untucked white t-shirt with no bra! The cotton fabric hugged her nipples like wet tissue and drew my eyes like magnets. I know she caught me looking and I went off to fix the toilet with half a hard-on.


In the bathroom I got down to work. It was a small room and I had to contort myself in different shapes and forms but I removed the guts of the toilet tank.

But Babs wanted to help and was getting in the way so I had to lock her out so I could get the new parts installed.

In another fifteen minutes I was done, and when I turned the water back on and flushed a couple of times, with minor adjustments it was working like new. I went back to the kitchen and dinner was ready. We went to sit by the pool with our drinks. Babs hopped onto her raft.


We sipped and chatted for the next hour or so. We talked about running, about books, about her teaching and the problems with kids these days.

After a while I felt I should leave, and not overstay my welcome, even though I didn’t want to. As we sat in the soft light, I looked at Caro’s profile and the subtle rising and falling of her breasts with each breath, her sublime bare nipples snug within her shirt, and the beauty of her tanned, crossed legs, and I swear the thought of her being twenty years older might as well have been twenty days, because I believe I was falling in love.


Caro saw me to the door to say goodnight.

“Thank you for fixing the commode, Walter”

she said. “I had no idea you were such a handyman!”


“Oh, I’m okay in the bathroom!” I said. “But I’m better in some of the other rooms around the house!”


In the dim light I could see a twinkle in her eye and a sly curl to her lip.


“Oh, you are, are you?” she said.


“I think so. If you have any other chores that need attention, just let me know.”


We stared at each other for a bit. I knew she was feeling something too, I just didn’t know what. I leaned to her and kissed her full on her mouth. I sensed a brief resistance, but I put my arm behind her back and pulled her to me. My lips parted, and although she hesitated, soon hers did the same and our tongues frolicked and I tasted her for the first time.

She was kissing me too, and enjoying it, but her arms stayed by her side. When we finally parted I kept arms around her waist.

“Uh, oh,” Caro said. “What was that?”


“Something I’ve wanted to do for a while,” I said.


“Walter, we shouldn’t…you were a student of mine…”


“That was a long time ago.”


“But you’re the same age as my daughter!”


“So what? You deserve a little young stuff!” I said, and performed a little shuffle dance in front of her.


She laughed and shook her head.


I kissed her again and her lips didn’t delay as much this time, our mouths meshed and our tongues twirled in a sexy ballet, a long one, and I felt her arms around me.


When we broke the kiss our eyes were locked as we said goodnight.


“No woman could kiss a man like that and not feel something!”

I thought to myself.


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