Attempting Route 3.

You wake up in the morning to your alarm blaring in your ears, and your hand down your panties. At first you think you might have wet yourself since you hand and panties booth feel damp, but given how sensitive and engorged your clit is you assume you must have been having a hot dream you can't remember. You consider taking the time to masterbait, but if you want to get ahead of the trainers who loiter around on Route 3 your going to have to get a move on. You drag yourself out of bed and quickly throw on yesterdays clothes before rushing out into the early morning sun.

You don't yet see the usual group of young men dueling near the edge of town so you quickly and apprehensively make your way onto Route 3. You look behind you several times as you ensure no one is following you before you let yourself relax and begin looking around at the tall grass and surrounding trees hoping to spot a wild pokémon to catch. You soon wish you had been paying more attention to the path ahead when you see a middle aged man strolling towards you. You consider running, but by the time you spot him its far too late.

"The early bird always catches the worm, and we both know how worm like you can be." The middle aged trainer says with a cheeky wink. Knowing this man has almost certainty seen at least one of the videos of you being fucked causes your face to flush with embarrassment. "It's ok, losing to me won't be so bad, heck if you surrender right now I'll let you get away with just a tit job." he offers lightheartedly.

You take a moment to assess the man in front of you, His smile is only slightly lecherous, his old t-shirt and jeans are both dirty and hang loosely from his body, his skin is well tanned and if you had to guess you would say he's at least forty. Likely he's been training pokémon far longer then you have, however from what you can tell he only brought a single pokémon, at least you can only see one pokéball on his hip. He's also alone, at least for now.