Jogging Buddy

The next day...

You set your alarm earlier than you usually like, but you had a mission. You’ve told yourself to start an exercise routine for a while now, but this motivation seems to have made a difference. Donning your jogging shorts and tennis shoes, you make your way to the sidewalk and start off with some stretches. Kaylee is fairly consistent on when she passes by your home, but she’s not a robot, so you opt to be out there on the early side. Thankfully on this slightly chilly morning, she rounds the corner to your street only a few minutes into your deliberately long stretching session. You intentionally take a wide stance and lean down to touch the ground, your ass facing her as she approaches. You subtly peek at her as she passes, catching Kaylee pretty blatantly ogling your rear. You say a casual “good morning,” causing her to jerk her head forward and nonchalantly return your greeting.

You let her get a few more houses ahead before starting your own jog, following her path. She makes a left at the corner, and goes off the sidewalk onto a forest trail. You’ve done some walks on this trail before, so you know it is a pretty secluded, less frequently used trail. She is fit enough that you are starting to struggle to keep pace with her, so you opt to slow down. You are trying to charm her, but this isn’t going to be a quick process. You have an edge, not a silver platter. She soon leaves your sight, but the path has no forks, so you know you are going the same way as her.

A few minutes later, though, you see that she has stopped for a breather. In fact, she is squatting down with a hand down the back of her form-fitting shorts. She hears your footsteps approach and quickly jerks her hand out of her shorts and blushing again. You know that she was definitely rubbing her asshole with her fingers but pretended that you didn’t notice.

You do however push your luck and stop next to her for your own breather. You check your watch–as if you actually were timing yourself–and try to make a bit of small chat.

“Wow, you are a fast runner. I see you running past my house every morning. Inspired me to start myself.” Under most other conditions, this would be rather uncomfortable, even stalkerish, conversation. But you knew Kaylee was aroused and trying to pretend her digits weren’t just in her ass seconds ago, so her thoughts were racing in self-conscious panic.

“Th-thanks. Running just helps clear my head.” She kept her eyes glued to the ground as she needlessly retied her shoes. You bent over to brush some dirt off of your shoes (as if they weren’t beat up to begin with), catching her again eying your ass. You think you’ve teased her enough today, so you stand up straight again.

“Make sure to drink enough water. You look pretty flushed,” you tell her, before resuming your jog. She somehow blushes harder.

“Y-yeah, thanks.”

You head down the trail, a little extra wiggle in your hips as you move. This must be what it's like to flaunt the goods. This feels good. She doesn't follow you, but you figure she needs to take care of some unfinished business before she continues her run for the day.

As you exit the forest trail, only a few blocks from your house, you bend over again--this time to try not to throw up. Turns out you were in worse shape than you thought and really pushed yourself too hard to keep up with the cutie you were tormenting. Even if you don't woo her, you figure you should keep doing this for your own sake.