The Joggers Duel Part 1
by Kamafight

Irene looked out of the window facing the road. It was still early in the morning, the perfect time for a jog. She let herself out of the house through the front door and walked on to the road, slowly breaking into a jog. At 36, when most women her age had given up on fitness and were looking after the kids, Irene was trying to get her body into shape. She had still not reached the peak fitness level, which she would have liked to achieve by now. It was hard to follow a strict fitness regime given her hectic job as a primary school teacher. But she knew she was a head turner. At 5 feet 9 inches and with a curvaceous body, she did not have much to worry about. Her body did have quite a lot of flab on it but that actually made her quite attractive in a voluptuous and buxomly way.

Irene was dressed in perfect jogging apparel. A loose sleeveless white cotton top barely concealed her enormous sagging breasts, which hung out with the nipples almost piercing through the thin cotton material. A very small and tight thong like material, which gave a good account of her ample, flaccid thighs, covered her crotch.

It was summer vacation and Irene intended to really get herself into shape this summer. School had closed down for two months and Irene could work out more hours than she usually did to get rid of the extra flab. This would give her a muscular look, which was her ultimate aim. She knew there was quite a lot of working out to be done especially on her breasts and thighs which where the flabbiest parts of her body. And she knew she was going to achieve her objective over the next two months. As a single woman she had no other distractions.

Irene slowly increased her speed now. There weren't that many people around this early in the morning. Irene liked to jog alone in empty spaces without too many people to disturb her. Ideally she would have liked a partner to jog with her but she did not know many women her age who was into fitness.

As she increased her speed, her enormous breasts juggled in front of her. Irene continued jogging for the next one hour, eventually turning back to her house. As she approached her gate she noticed that another woman was standing in front of the gate of the neighboring house. That house had been empty for a while so Irene guessed somebody must have moved into it.

The woman in front of the gate also looked like she had just finished jogging. The woman was wearing a sweat soaked yellow sleeveless top and thongs. Her sweaty breasts were visible to Irene. The nipples were vulgarly protruding out of the top and for a moment she was taken in by the sheer enormity of the woman's breasts. The woman's breasts reminded her of her own. They were sagging and hung out of the sleeveless top. The woman was quite big, and possessed a hefty body. Suddenly, Irene realized that the woman was staring at her breasts too. The two women checked each other out even as Irene walked into her house.

As she opened the door to her house, Irene wondered if she should ask the woman if she wanted to be her jogging partner. It would be a good idea. She looked the same age as Irene and looked like she could use a workout.

The next morning, Irene woke up early and looked out of her window to see if the woman she had seen yesterday had come out for a jog. It was 15 minutes before the woman finally came out. She was dressed in a cream colored sleeveless top and minute thongs that stuck very close to her crotch. Irene realized that the woman was almost the same size as herself. Especially her breasts. Irene just could not take her eyes off them. As she watched the woman from her window, Irene saw the woman look towards her house like she was expecting Irene to come out as well.

Then the woman walked towards the road, slowly breaking into a jog. Irene closed her window and walked to the front door. She closed the front door behind her and walked on to the road, beginning to jog slowly. She was dressed in another pair of sleeveless white top and thongs.

The woman was a bit ahead of her, so Irene started running fast to catch up with her. The woman did not realize that Irene was behind her and so Irene overtook her easily. Irene continued sprinting, increasing the gap between herself and the woman. Then she heard the sound of someone approaching, behind her. Irene turned back to find that the woman had almost caught up with her. She was sprinting too.

Irene also increased her speed and the two women ran side by side for a few moments. Irene was not used to running at such a high speed. She was more of a slow jogger than a sprinter. But she was not about to back down from this woman. Irene knew that they were involved in a silent and unspoken competition. Neither woman had spoken to each other but they both realized that this was a test of endurance.

Irene glanced sideways and realized that the woman's breasts were also juggling up and down like her own. The women continued running, neither able to establish supremacy over the other. After 15 minutes of intense sprinting Irene began to tire. She was still maintaining the same speed but her heart was beating fast and her muscles had begun to hurt from the effort. A sideways glance revealed that her competitor was also beginning to tire. Both women could hear the other panting. But neither of them seemed to want to give up.

They continued their competition for another 5 minutes. By then Irene could not take it any longer and crashed on to the ground in defeat. The woman had prevailed over her. Irene lay on the ground for a few moments trying to catch her breath. She realized that the woman was also sitting on the ground beside her, breathing heavily. They looked at each other for a few seconds. Their eyes met for a moment and then moved on to each other's breasts. Both their thin cotton tops were completely sweat soaked and their breasts jutted out vulgarly. Neither could take their eyes off the other woman's breasts.

The two women were now in some kind of remote woods where neither had been before. Their intense competition had made them loose all sense of direction.

- I am Jane, said the woman.

- And I am Irene, said Irene introducing herself.

There was certain coldness in their tones, which meant that they were still measuring each other up.

- You run very well, said Irene.

- You are not so bad yourself, said Jane.

- I know, said Irene.

- Do you?, said Jane sarcastically.

- I challenge you to another race, said Irene.

- Fine honey, and I am going to beat you again, said Jane.

- We will see about that, Irene retorted coldly.

With that the two women got up to their feet simultaneously.

All of a sudden, Jane pulled of her sweaty top over her head and flung it on to the ground.

- They are too drenched with sweat and will prevent me from giving the race my all. I suggest you do the same, said Jane matter of factly.

- Whatever you say honey, said Irene and pulled her own top off her body and flung it on the ground. And then she went one step further and tore off her thongs from around her crotch.

- I like to give my thighs ample breathing space in a competition like this, said Irene.

- So is that how it is going to be? Are we gonna compete naked? , asked Jane.

- Oh yes, unless you are too scared to show off your flabby thighs to me, mocked Irene.

- Not at all, not when I am in the company of another pair of flabby thighs, Jane retorted and the proceeded to remove her sweat drenched thongs off her crotch.

Then Irene removed her shoes and Jane matched the move. Now, the two barefoot women were butt naked and stood facing each other.

They checked each other out for a moment. For a moment they both looked overwhelmed, admiring each other's naked torsos. They were both amused to find that neither of them was shaved. Both women had extremely thick triangular bushes that covered their respective crotches.

- Like to go natural don't you?, asked Jane.

- Yes, a woman with a thick bush is a strong woman, unashamed of her sexuality, replied Irene.

- I think your thighs are flabbier then mine you bitch, said Irene.

- Oh yeah? Lets compare them and you will realize that yours are fatter, said Jane.

With that the two women moved forward, taking a step towards each other and closing the distance between them. Irene had her hands on her hips and she placed her right leg forward. Jane matched her pose and pushed her upper thighs into Irene's. Their flabby thighs were in contact now, flesh against flesh. Their left and right legs were entwined in a contest to see whose was flabbier.

- Yours is flabbier you bitch, said Jane.

- No, yours are fatter and flabbier, Irene challenged.

Jane looked angry and pushed her breast into Irene's. They stood like that for a moment legs entangled and nipple against nipple. The women were very close together now. They could smell each other sweat.

Then Irene disentangled herself from Jane.

- Enough of this. Lets race, she said.

- We will race up to that tree, said Jane pointing towards a tree that was a long distance away.

….. to be continued