Loses his nerve

"I'm sorry that you think I have something to do with this, but I just needed a place to be alone with my thoughts. Thank you." I turned back to Jeanie, who raspberried at me with a big thumbs down. This girl was too attached after just this one command, following through could get crazy. At least her tips would still be good. "Actually you can cancel my order. I think I need a walk to clear my head instead." I got up and squeezed past the dumbstruck waitress, feeling like an absolute fool. Jeanie shuffled behind me, sad to see a great pair of tits go to waste. I quickly got clear of the diner and headed toward a park to sit and think. If I wanted to mess with women to train, they couldn't fall in love with me so easily.

"Good call, Petey. That girl had clingy written all over her. Though I do sense a romantic adventure will be missed out on." She seemed to stare into space as she imagined sexy escapades. I however, was looking at the pair of breasts bouncing toward me and the jogger that followed right behind them. Her sports bra was meant for form as much as fashion, supporting her chest tightly while still revealing cleavage that bounced quickly in place with each stride. Her lycra biker pants rode high on her slender waist, her whole body was lithe and limber. As her route approached my bench, I noticed she wasn't just slim, but tall as well, a good few inches above me. This slimness only helped to highlight her powerful muscles as each impact rippled up her leg and through her toned backside. I gave her the command to stop by my bench to take a sip from her water bottle, and with little resistance she came to a stop, stretching her leg on the seat next to me, accidentally planting her toe right into Jeanie's cunt. She wiggled in mock arousal as I stole glances at the runner's calves, twitching from their previous efforts. She placed the nipple of her water bottle into her mouth and I watched her neck rise and fall as she swallowed eagerly, satisfaction on her face. Moisture dotted her olive skin, and she wiped her slender wrist across her forehead, wiping it with a sweatband. She finally noticed me looking at her and she gave me that awkward in-public smile people do that looks like :I. I: was my only reply. Jeanie punches my shoulder before I let the target run off. Watching her shake out her body before starting her next lap, I decided she hadn't done enough stretching.

"Excuse me." I said, catching her glance while she resets her stopwatch. "You should stretch a little more. You don't want to pull anything there." My eyes roamed over her tight body, her breath now steadied to a casual rate. I thought about ways I could get it racing.

She smiled again at my suggestion, rolling her eyes at my leering. "I'm sure you think that, dude, but the muscle you're thinking about me pulling, well, you're gonna have to take care of that later." She was used to creeps in the park watching her, some seemed to time their walks with her runs every single day. They weren't usually this young, or this handsome. But he was still a creep, and she didn't waste her time with them. She turned to begin her jog when she heard me say,

"Spread your feet wide and bend your waist. You need to stretch those hamstrings." I command quickly, before she has a chance to turn away from me. I wanted a full view down her top. This time her reaction was less cordial, tired of dealing with an asshole.

"Hey, freak, if you think I'm gonna follow your commands you're crazy..." Her sentence fell quiet as her planned hands on hips power pose turned into the tit show I asked for. She found herself unable to rise any farther than 90 degrees, only able to bounce slightly as she stretched her legs. I on the bench enjoyed her display, but she wanted to puke. "This is because I actually needed to stretch. Enjoy the view perv."

"Of course it was. Do it facing away from me this time." No way was she gonna do that for him she thought, feeling her body rise to standing and starting to turn to continue her run. To her shock, her body kept turning and resumed the previous stance, this time her rear was on full display in her body hugging outfit. "That's better." I eventually said, releasing her from the pose. "But there is a matter of that muscle you mentioned pulling." I gave her a cheeky wink as her eyes went wide.

"Oh, no way! I'm not gonna touch your gross ass." She quickly started to leave, but I was faster.

"Sit down here, and stroke my cock." I patted the bench next to me, in Jeanie's lap. She is excited to share a seat with this fit woman, who was suddenly turning around to join me on the bench. Luckily we were on a secluded path in the park. No one would disturb us, and if they did, there's a 50/50 chance I could include them. The runner had planted herself next to me, a shiver ran through her as she sensed Jeanie occupying the same space, but she could only squirm slightly as her slender hands fished my growing bulge from my pants. Her disgust at the slutty act did not deter her hands from tickling and stroking me to full hardness. "You're quite good at this. Do you do it often?" Her face was flush with anger and shame. She had had her share of dicks in her hands, but none of the interactions were ever out of her control. Somehow she found her body making the choice for her. "Add your spit, so you can stroke me faster." I told her, running a hand over her ass cheeks, made fatter by sitting. She opened her mouth to cuss me out, but only gathered her saliva and let it spill onto my shaft. Her hands were quickly wet and twisting lewdly on my cock, squelching like a juicy pussy getting fucked. She groaned at her apparent willingness to get this stranger off.

"Hey Pete, try a physical change." Suggested Jeanie, her head popping out of the runner's cleavage. She looked like she died and went to heaven. "A hottie can always stand to be made hotter." I think of something that would fit the current situation.