The night run

I shower, then take a nap for a couple hours. I wake at 1 am, get dressed, grab my backpack of stuff and head out to Jasper park. It is a sizable park that has moderately hilly and wooded areas. It has east and west gated entrances, each with a large bronze statue in the center of a hundred foot concrete circle, ringed with benches and fountains. Between the entrances, two symmetrical winding walkways link the park areas to each other. Picnic tables and grill sites are scattered throughout. Off of the concrete walkways are a few dirt trails, worn bare by visitors taking shortcuts, or to explore the more wooded and overgrown parts of the park.

As I enter the park, I look at the time. It is 2 am. Time for her first instructions.

Warren: Wear your running clothes.

Tonya: Really?

Warren: It’s not too cold. It will be a nice jog.

Tonya: I think your game sucks.

Warren: See you in an hour.

Tonya: If you are lucky.

Actually, Tonya, I am feeling lucky. But I still have to be careful. I find a hill where I can see both entrances pretty clearly, and not too many obstructions along the walkways. From there I pull out my new binoculars and start scanning. The only people I can see are a couple kissing in the shadow of the west entrance statue. They were probably at a bar until closing, and don’t want the night to end just yet.

Satisfied with that, I take a quick walk along the dirt path that runs through the woods behind me. No one is there, which is fortunate. Anyone hanging around this part of the park at this time of night is up to no good... especially dressed all in black... like I am. I find a spot in the woods to lay out some other things for later. I get back to my lookout to keep scanning while waiting for Tonya. At 3 am I get a ringtone in my bluetooth earpiece. It’s from Tonya.

“Good evening,” I answer.

“I’m here, weirdo. Where are you.” I keep scanning until I see her walk into the east entrance. My heartbeats per minute goes up a little. She is wearing her tight running shorts and matching running shoes, pink, if I can guess the color correctly between the park lamps and the moonlight. Her blonde hair is in a long ponytail. Her shirt is light and sleeveless, but I can’t see more from this distance.

“Remember your safe word?”

“Uuugh... Uncle kiwi,” she says with disgust.

I take a deep breath. Here we go. “Let's begin. Walk past the sculpture.” She look’s for me in the shadows, the walks ahead. “Keep going... Stop there.” The sculpture is twenty feet tall. It is rather abstract, but I like to see it as a school of fish exploding out of the ground.

“Where are you?” She sounds a little nervous, trying to sound annoyed. I watch her peering into the shapes of the sculpture for my hidden form.

“No questions. Just listen,” I say firmly. She grunts in response, but doesn’t repeat herself. “You have come out tonight to go for a jog around the park on a beautiful moonlight night. You are completely alone and there are no distractions.

“You feel the way the tiny hairs on your arms lift and sway with the breeze in a mysterious dance... Listen to the quiet of the night, accented by chirping crickets looking for mates... Smell the crisp night air as it fills your lungs...” I hear her inhale deeply. Good! She is actually listening and following directions. "Now start warming up for your run. Do some stretches.”

“Okay...” She still sounds uncertain about it, but is playing along. She starts by extending her arms out from her sides then bends her torso to the side, keeping one arm raised. After a few of those, she steps into a lunge stretch and gets her hamstrings loosened up.

“On this beautiful night, you feel so alive. Your whole body tingles. The wind’s caresses awaken a sensuality deep within you.” Tonya lets out a pleasant sigh and switches legs. She might actually be enjoying this. “The moonlight bathes you in weightless silver. You look up and see the face of the moon smiling down at the Earth. The feeling that the moon might be watching you sends a tingle down your back, awakening your womanly parts.” Tonya makes a little sound at that, but I can’t tell if it is a cough or a cut off laugh, or maybe a snort. She switches to a wide stance to stretch her inner thighs with her hands at her hips. Even from this distance, her legs look sexy. “You feel so incredibly sexy tonight. You find yourself stretching even deeper...You stick your ass out a little farther... You arch your back, pressing your breasts out a little more. For a moment, you wish you were completely naked.” She is bent forward, ass high in the air with her back arched. Damn she looks hot. Where is a telescope when I need one?

That is when two men enter the park seventy feet behind her.