Option 1

Heather stared into your eyes, a smirk present on her face. "Heather? Shouldn't we keep go-" You were cut off as her knee slid up the side of your leg. Eventally making gentle contact with your crotch. Not helping with the already growing erection you had. "Heath-"

"Shhh"

She placed her index finger on your lips, in an attempt to keep you from speaking. Her knee began to press into you harder. Starting to hurt a bit. "Heather! Stop, it hurts" You contimplated on whether to push her off or let her be since she was a girl and you were on national television. Either way you'd be embarassed and talked about.

"You've been alot of help Malcom, but I believe I can finish from her on out on my own" She raised her knee and struck down hard into your crotch. Causing you to let out a high pitched wail, followed by girly whimpers.

Heather stood up and removed your shirt and pants, revealing your well built body and the large print growing in your boxers. "You did not get hard from that!" She chuckled as she put on your clothes, watching you roll around on the ground, holding your dick and moaning from the pain. "See you at the finish line Malcom" She giggled and ran off down the trail, leaving you alone on the ground. Though both luckily and unluckily no one else was around.