Make Small Talk

You ignore the comment about stuffing your crotch and continue your run. The two of you hit it off well, talking about what the both of you have been up to since high school. She was studying to become a personal trainer, and you were working on finishing a degree. After the first mile though, the near threadbare spandex begins to chafe, especially around your groin. As your gait begins to fall out of line, Courtney notices, and tells you to follow her on a little detour.

She takes you off the main path through the park onto a side trail, and then again down something which barely seems a trail at all. Eventually you reach a spring, and she gestures to it with a grin.

"I figured we could take a break and go swimming. The water's super clear and surprisingly warm. Might give you a little relief from those spandex shorts."

Swimming does sound fun, but as you look at the water you remember you don't have a bathing suit. You bring this up to Courtney, but she shrugs it off.

"Me neither dummy, it's called Skinny Dip Spring for a reason. Drop those shorts, boy!" She playfully says as she pulls off her sports top, revealing two small, perky breasts. Your heart begins to beat faster as you realize what's about to happen, and you feel your two incher twitch beneath thin spandex.