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As we reached the same, tree covered spot from which we had begun our run two days prior, Scarlet smiled at me and asked, “Are you going to run with me again?” “Absolutely,” I assured her. “Think you can keep up?” she teased, and before I could answer, she grabbed my hand, pulling me down the slight incline onto the beach, holding my hand until she broke into her warm up jog, before running slightly ahead of me again, permitting pov me that lovely, unobstructed view of her firm ass to motivate me to keep going. A few times, as we picked up the pace, she glanced back over her shoulder, as if to check to ensure I was still with her, each time giving me a little smile, her mouth slightly open as she breathed heavily in the hot morning air. We went slightly further than we had on our first run, and I allowed Scarlet to set the pace and the distance, though admittedly, I was having to work harder than she, trying to keep up with this young athlete. 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I expected, and maybe hoped, in that fleeting second, she was going to put my hand on her chest again. This time, I was prepared, ready to quickly assess her pulse and move my hand away as though nothing had happened. I had even practiced the move in my head, along with a comment I would make about her heart rate returning to normal blonde more quickly than it had before, to assure her I was thinking as a coach, commenting on her fitness level. To my utter shock, Scarlet didn’t move my hand to her chest. Instead, she turned it so my fingers faced towards the sandy ground, and pulling it quickly and firmly towards her, placed my hand on the front of her shorts, so my palm was pressed against her and my finger tips rested at the bottom of her perfectly shaped pussy I could feel even through her running shorts. This time, I wasn’t able to hide the shock on my face. So much so, Scarlet actually laughed a little. 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