The jogging redhead

I didn't hesitate in following the redhead. Her trim figure held my attention as I jogged quietly over to intercept her path.

She was close to the tree line and jogging slowly but methodically onwards. I matched her, a few meters behind, and waited for her to stop. The sweat soaked her running top, clinging to her tight body. Her hips were hugged by a pair of Lycra running shorts, that clearly outlined her slim ass and gave no indication of underwear.

After a couple of minutes more, she paused. Panting, she crouched down against one of the trees and pulled a bottle of water from her belt. As she drank, I admired the small but firm swell of her breasts, accenuated by the tight material and the heavy breaths she was drawing in.