You play along

"You look like you could outrun any attacker," you tease her, matching the flirting in her eyes.

"But what if I stumbled and fell, or there were two of them and they trapped me, or caught me by surprise," she says, her face a pretence of worry. "Out here in the woods, alone and helpless, where no one could see, or hear my screams for mercy..."

"You've given this a lot of thought," you smile at her, letting your eyes roam over her sleek body. Her tight spandex gear leaves little of her toned form to the imagination.

"A girl has to think of such things. She never knows when her body may arouse the basest of passions," she purrs, her eyes flirting. "Men are so lucky. They don't need to feel fear, and if they see something they want they can just take it. But a girl like me, so helpless and far from rescue, who knows what could happen. Have you ever thought of it Brian? Have you ever thought of what you would do with a girl at your mercy? A girl whose only hope is to run for her life as you chase after her? With her knowing that if you catch her she is yours for the taking?"

She moves closer as she speaks, her body almost undulating towards you. You feel your cock hardening, your only restraint an uncertainty about what kind of game she's playing. You reach out a hand to stroke her cheek, and she turns her head and nuzzles your fingers, sucking one into her mouth as she eyes you lasciviously. Suddenly she pulls back with a gasp, her eyes wide.

"What are you doing? Oh God, I'm such a fool to be out here alone! Don't! Oh God!" she squeals in a pretence of fear and turns, starting to jog away from you, looking at you over your shoulder with a smouldering look of invitation.