Alexa eased herself down onto Mike's cock. It was about average in length, but it was deliciously thick and she couldn't help moaning, her head tilted back and her eyes closed as she slid down, down, down. She heard Mike moan in turn and looked down at him with a wicked little smile.
“Tight, isn't it?” she asked as she began rotating her hips, slowly and strongly. He only moaned again, his eyes closed and his hands groping and squeezing her breasts. Miffed, she ripped his shirt open and pinched his nipples. He let out a startled cry. His eyes flew open and he looked up at her, frowning.
“I said: 'Tight, isn't it?'“ she repeated, giving his small male nipples a twist.
“Yes!” he answered promptly, and then she did something to his cock that made his eyes roll up.
“This is what you get for coming in second,” she purred to him, grinding her hips.
“Second?” he asked without opening his eyes. His hands slid from her breasts to her hips and gripped her as if he was worried she might get up and leave otherwise.
“I came in first,” she teased, bending over low so that her tits were almost in his face. He opened his eyes for that, but didn't let go of her hips. “Imagine what you'd get for beating me,” she went on, still grinding away. She shifted her position just enough for his cock to do her some real good.
“You could strip me, tie me up, spank me, whip me...” She leaned down to whisper into his ear. “Make me suck your big, thick cock until you came in my hot, wet mouth...”
Mike groaned and tightened his grip on her.
“Would you like that?” she asked. All he did was groan. It looked like he was too far gone to think of anything beyond how good he was feeling, and how much better he would feel in a moment. And as nice and hard as he was now, she'd have to move quickly to take advantage of that while it lasted.
Mike came scant moments before she did, but by then she was so close that it didn't matter. Normally she was pretty quiet when she came, aside from some loud moaning, but this time around she wanted to make some freaking noise. She shrieked as her orgasm hit her, digging her nails into Mike's broad shoulders, but not quite breaking the skin. She shrieked again, collapsing on top of Mike as she surrendered to the tremors wracking her body.
Alexa stepped out of the tiny shower with a towel wrapped around her. With another step, she passed out of the tiny bathroom in which the tiny shower was installed and into the room she'd rented. Mike lay on the rumpled bed, his shirt torn open and his pants still around his ankles, asleep. After the grueling workout she'd given him, he ought to remain asleep for some hours more. She looked at him as he slept and smiled. Naked male bodies weren't generally called 'beautiful' as naked female bodies sometimes were, but she couldn't find anything to complain about in how Mike looked. He had a broad, deep chest with some hair on it, a flat belly and strong legs. His cock was limp and flaccid now, but she knew how gratifyingly big it could get when he was aroused. He didn't look particularly dignified lying there like that, but he was just too big and heavy for her to try to move him. She supposed she could pull his pants off of him without waking him, but they hadn't bothered to turn down the bed before they started going at it like fevered animals, and he was lying on top of anything she might try to cover him with. She finished drying off and gently draped her towel across his groin. She could do that much, at least. Then she gathered her clothes up off of the floor and wrapped them up into a neat little bundle. The small package she'd sent along on the stage was sitting on the lone chair. She opened it, taking out fresh clothing: Panties, sports bra, shorts and shirt. And, finally, clean socks. She dressed quickly. She'd rented the room for the day, and if Mike wanted to hang out here for a while until he'd recovered, he was more than welcome to do so. She went out of the room carrying the bundle of her sweaty clothes and gently closed the door behind her. Normally she felt a little annoyed when a man rolled over and went to sleep after sex. This time she didn't. It wouldn't do for Mike to keep following her.
She turned over the bundle to a man at the bar, with instructions to have it sent back to her room in the hotel in Gordburg. Then she went out into the street. Her clothing now was rather drab, compared to the bright green and yellow outfit she'd worn earlier. Her shirt was tan, her shorts a slightly darker tan. There wasn't a lot she could do about her distinctive short hair, but no one seemed to pay her any particular attention as she made her way to the eastern edge of the place. If she had it figured out right, by the time she reached the next little hamlet it would be around noon. She'd rest there for a while, maybe treat herself to lunch, and think about what she would do next. There would be two more hamlets to visit before she reached the end of the road, and while she could probably make it all the way there by the end of the day it wouldn't do her any good if she didn't gain some notoriety along the way. From what Will had told her, that Elf-Girl had caused a big stir everywhere she went, and then disappeared for a number of days, avoiding the towns and keeping to the woods. Well, she'd had enough of living in the wilderness during that competition to last her for a long time. But if she completed her circuit of the south side of this unique resort too quickly she'd be famous enough but nowhere near beating Elf-Girl's 'official' record. There were times that she wished Will hadn't told her about it, but since he had it had given her a perfect excuse to come back, and winning the bet she'd had with those other women had left her with more than enough money to indulge herself. There were things she'd seen last year that she thought she might like to experience for herself, things she'd done last year that she'd like to try again.
As she neared the stakes on either side of the road, she noticed that two men were watching her curiously. They were both tall and lean, and they looked enough alike to be brothers, though one seemed to be a couple of years older and an inch or two taller than the other. They weren't standing anywhere close enough to intercept her quickly, but she had to consider the possibility that they'd been in marathons themselves. They looked fit enough. She thought about doing a few limbering-up exercises before starting her next risky jog, but decided that doing that would just give the game away. It was possible that they'd seen the end of her race into town earlier, or at least heard of it, but she was dressed differently now, which might have confused them a little.
She took a deep breath and let it out. She could feel her heart beating faster again. And then she took off down the road, putting on an initial burst of speed to take whatever advantage she could of whatever surprise was available. She heard a yell behind her and kicked herself up to a sprint, not daring for the moment to look back. She covered a hundred yards before risking that. The two men were after her, all right, but rather than try to catch up to her right away they were moving at a steady but respectable pace, apparently planning to catch up to her once she'd worn herself out. She eased back to a speed that matched theirs. She'd run marathons before, and she'd had something of a rest, if you didn't count that ferocious fuck with Mike, but she knew that she wasn't completely fresh, and the fact that the two men pursuing her seemed to know exactly what they were doing gave her some concern. Narrow escapes would add to the legend she was hoping to build, but she couldn't count on escaping every time. If she kept this sort of thing up, sooner or later she'd be caught.
The chase wore on. Alexa kept to a regular pace, and so did the two men pursuing her, but every time she looked back they'd gained a little more ground on her. It looked as if they intended to keep closing the distance until she was close enough to make a grab for her. She knew that she had enough in reserve to sprint if she had to, but she was worried that those two men also did. This was something she hadn't considered, and she made a mental note to be more careful in the future...if she had a chance. How much longer until she got to that next hamlet? She wished she had a watch. As it was, all she could go by was the sun as it slowly climbed higher in the sky.
She suddenly recalled another one of the lessons Will had taught her. You could tell time by the sun. It wasn't something that came up when you lived in an urban area full of clocks, watches and cellphones, but she didn't have any of those things here so the sun would have to do. There was a problem, though: She was heading east, so any shadow she was casting would be behind her. She tried once or twice to look and see how short her shadow was, but looking back and down at the same time proved to be too awkward. And every time she tried it, those men were just a little bit closer. They didn't seem to be getting winded at all. Alexa gritted her teeth and kept going. She knew that it was going to be close. She just had to hang on.
The sun rose higher. Alexa noticed that trees and bushes alongside the dirt road cast shadows. That didn't really come as a surprise to her, after all, but maybe she could estimate the time by looking at those. She'd figured to reach the next little town around lunchtime, noon, and if the shadows were minimal it should be close to noon and she should therefore be close to that place. The problem was that each and every plant cast its own shadow, which made it difficult. Her pursuers were still gaining on her, little by little. If she didn't see her sanctuary soon she wouldn't have much left in her for a final, desperate dash, and she was, by now, certain that she'd have to make one. She concentrated on keeping her legs moving and breathing. For the moment, it was all she could do.
Then the road made a slight dogleg to the right, and when she rounded it she saw the town up ahead, still distressingly far. She had only a brief moment before her pursuers rounded that same turn and saw it as well. She heard one of them yell, and immediately put on a burst of speed. This time she didn't dare look back. Shortly afterwards, she could hear and almost feel the footsteps of one of her pursuers closing fast. She made a quick cut to the left, trying to dodge the grasping hand she was sure was coming and heard a cry of frustration. A brief glance to her right showed her that the taller man was practically alongside of her now, but she had no idea where his companion was. She gave a last, desperate kick, going flat-out for the safety of the hamlet, still too far away.
She had to know where the other man was. She risked a look back over her shoulder for a look and disaster hit. Her foot hit a rock or a branch or a rut, and she stumbled and went down. Out of instinct, she tucked and rolled, grateful that she'd kept up at least a little gymnastics training to keep herself limber. As she was halfway through her first tumble, she saw the taller man fly over her at waist height, and realized that he must have tried to tackle her at the same instant she went down, and he had missed. She was quickly back up on her feet and running, but now she saw the shorter man closing in from her left. She slanted off to her right, but he was already too close for her to gain more than a temporary step on him. If she didn't think of something, he was going to catch up to her thirty feet or so short of safety. Abruptly, she switched back sharply to her left, put her shoulder down, and rammed into him. He hadn't been anticipating anything of that sort, and as he stumbled away she felt his hand grabbing at her hair. It was far too short for him to get a grip on it at all, and she veered back to her right to get further away from him and caught sight of the taller man, up on his feet and coming straight at her. She made him miss with one last desperate change of direction and ran for the hamlet with everything she had left. It was barely enough. As she crossed the invisible line between the stakes she heard cheers and whoops going up from some people who had been watching her daring escape. She threw her hands up in victory again, but she knew she'd been very, very lucky. She slowed to a wobbly walk, winded and worn out from the chase, and headed towards the lone saloon. She wanted water, preferably with some ice in it, and a chance to sit for a while and get her wind back. She realized that her right ankle hurt, probably from whatever she'd tripped over. Funny that she hadn't noticed that before, but she must have had a torrent of adrenalin coursing through her previously. Now that the imminent danger was over, her body was going to have the time to let her know what other parts of her body might need attention. Her ankle felt okay to walk on, but she really wanted to get off of it for a while.
As she climbed up the plank steps to the saloon entrance, men crowded around, still whooping and cheering her. Too short of breath to say anything, she waved them back as she went into the saloon. She went over to the bar and leaned against it as she asked the bartender, a tall, thin man probably younger than she was for a tall glass of ice water, please. He got it for her promptly, and she thanked him before she turned to look for a table to sit at. There was one nearby, so she went over to it, sat down, and took a slow sip from the glass. She had an urge to gulp it all down, but knew better than to do that. And now that she was actually safe and sitting down she felt tiny little tremors running through her, starting in her legs and working their way upwards until her hands were shaking and she had to put the glass down. The trembling wasn't enough to make her drop it, but it would be visible to all of the men now gathered in the saloon looking at her, and she didn't want them to think she'd been scared. She leaned back in her chair and looked up at her throng of curious onlookers, placing her hands on the tabletop so they wouldn't visibly shake.
“Hi,” she said to them. “I'm Alexa Marx, and yes, I've been here before. Any other questions?”
“What were you doing out there?” someone asked. She couldn't tell who it was.
“Trying to get here,” she replied simply. She trusted her right hand enough to pick up her glass of water and take a bigger sip from it.
“Where did you come from?” This time she spotted the questioner, a grizzled older man in jeans, boots and a worn and faded red and white checked shirt.