Jogging Jollies

Giggling in anticipation, Francis flew down the stairs and burst out of the front door. Catching up to the feminine jogger, he stepped around the suspended woman, breathing in her curvaceous body. Building up his courage, Francis reached for the pink jogging shorts and wriggled them down over her hips, revealing a bright pink thong. Cautiously, he ran his hands along her creamy skin, reveling in the smoothness of her firm body.

Francis grunted in frustration as he felt himself stretch inside his tight jeans. Recalling that no one could see him, he unbuttoned the dark blue denim, his long thick stiffening member popping out in unrestricted freedom. Stroking his lust-filled organ, Francis wondered how he should relieve himself.

Deciding to go for broke, Francis took the woman’s panties in hand and tore them away from her body. Marveling at his prize, he stretched her legs out for better access, barely catching that she floated in mid-air, contrary to the normal laws of physics. Francis took the jogger’s hips in his hands and aimed for her pleasure hole. Pumping his hips forward, Francis grunted with pleasure from the welcome friction of the woman’s pussy.

Five minutes later, Francis pushed the button on the watch after readjusting the woman’s position. He watched her continue to jog. She slowly came to a stop and glanced around. Francis observed her insert a hand beneath the elastic of her shorts. The jogger withdrew her hand and quickly sprinted away. Francis laughed out loud once she was out of sight.

He wondered where he could make further use of this. At the local pools and beach, plenty of women would be about in their swimsuits. Maybe he could go to the mall and have fun with the women there. Francis could crash the high school’s varsity cheerleader tryouts or the girl’s locker rooms.