Riga Looks

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Riga Looks

Riga looked great in her tight shorts. She was going circuit training. Her black shorts with white trim hugged her. Her butt was curvy as were her firm thighs. Her skin was smooth. Six mosquito bite marks blemished it. She wore white Adidas trainers. A sky blue baggy t shirt that said Bad Shot in white writing and yellow cap finished her look. Business like. Riga got off the bus. She went to the track. It was at the sports stadium. She greeted a couple of younger tennis player. It was free to use. As we're they! Riga went to the warm up area. She did her stretches. There was nothing worse than a strain. Her legs first. To the left then right. Those little shapely legs that had carried over half a world. Ten left stretches ten right. Different ways and techniques. Then her hips and slowly twisting. Finally arms and shoulders. This took ten minutes. Track time. Riga started a slow run. It was three hundred metres around. She would do ten laps. The sky was gray. I don't think it will rain. At least the clouds keep the sun off me. I'd need sun block other wise. She kept her speed steady. Her small legs moved like pistons. She watched her breathing. Don't trigger any health conditions. I know what they means. Riga wasn't getting any younger. Health was wealth. She observed others. Some went twice her speed almost springing round. Others lazily walked. All were enjoying their Sunday morning. She soon was several ways into it. She felt good. Nothing worse and bad for you than inactivity. A guy in bright green shorts and top greeted her. His smile said he fancied Riga. Riga waved and kept going. Three more laps and she drank water from her old army canteen. Briefly she remembered South American jungles humidity and fire fights. And several lost lovers taken from this world. She said a small prayer for them and her. Riga shook her head. Wiping a tear from her eye Riga continued. Why not make it fifteen times round the track? For my buddies. Riga was more than a small sexy gal on a running track...