The girl at the counter smiled at me and handed me my fruit smoothie order. “Did you have a good run?” she asked.

“It was ... strange,” I said. “Very strange.”

“You looked flushed.”

I gave a sheepish grin. “Yeah, hence the strangeness.”

She leaned onto the counter, her v-neck showing off her generous breasts. Her dark, curly hair fell over her eyes and shoulders. I could have melted but kept composed. “Do tell,” she said softly with a smile.

Like thousands of others, my day started alone. I woke up alone as usual and ate a bagel for breakfast.

Today was a day for a long run, 17 miles.

The recreation path by the river was always a favorite, but I occasionally needed a different route. The day before, I mapped out a run on some local country roads I had never run before. I loved running in different areas.

I started before sunrise to fight traffic. While the idea of running on new roads sounded good, the course was dull. Farm fields stretched as far as the eye could see, dotted with little clumps of trees.

During that time, I saw very few cars and no other people on those country roads. This was not a popular place to run, but I did not start running to be with other people.

The opposite was true. I started my running journey the day after the divorce was finalized. It just felt like something I had to do, so I ran.

For many years, I ran. I fell in love with the solitude and the feeling of accomplishment with each mile I passed.

That morning was no different. I felt better than I had for many years: Faster, in better shape mentally and physically, injury-free, and happy.

I think I hit 14 miles around Russie Road, slowly heading back towards home. The sun was still over the horizon, but its light was starting to add some color to the landscape. As I said before, this landscape contained a lot of big farms.

I was taking a walk break and looking around. As far as I could see, there was no house on the road. When I started to run again, I saw a house in the distance, and I swore there had not been a house.

As I grew closer, I saw the house was near the road. This was not common in this area, as a lot had long driveways leading back to multiple buildings for the farm, but it was not such an unusual occurrence to be of special note.

The house’s color was of special note, though. As I got nearer, I noticed it was noticeably light purple. At first, I thought it was the growing light playing tricks on my eyes, but as I neared, I saw this was not true.

The lawn was beautifully kept, with extensive flower gardens surrounding the house and in the yards. I noticed a large picture window facing the road at the front of the house. As I moved past the house, the light in the large picture window illuminated the room.

I am not sure why I stopped. I usually took no notice of this kind of thing and certainly had no desire to get involved in others’ businesses.

A lot of the landscape was still dark. I paused my watch and crept a little closer to the house, trying to see the colors of the walls. I am serious here. They were light blue.

My curiosity about the wall color was satisfying; I started to turn and move toward the road when I noticed someone entering the room.

It was a young woman with long, straight blonde hair almost touching her waist.

She was completely naked.

I caught my breath and moved towards a bush, hiding behind it.

Honestly, I was transfixed. She was beautiful in more ways than I can describe, so I will simply leave it at that.

Gracefully, she moved around the room, doing little bits of this and that until she sat on a sofa facing the window.

My breath caught in my throat as she began playing with herself. At first, she simply ran her fingers over her lips, her strokes giving me a perfect look at the pink inner walls of her pussy as her lips spread to her touches. Her other fingers massaged her breasts.

I was transfixed.