You go for a morning run

You rise early, feeling surprisingly refreshed. The morning sun is just starting to shine through your windows and it looks like another beautiful day. You decide to go for a run, and foregoing a shower you put your running gear on and head downstairs, noticing that Mason's door is still closed.

You start into an easy jog, enjoying the crisp cleanness of the morning air. Your mind drifts to the events of the last few days, and you smile as you run, reliving the tight pussy you've pounded and anticipating more to come. This isn't what you expected from a teaching assignment, but you're certainly enjoying it, even though you have concerns about how quickly this has escalated. There's nothing to be done now, you tell yourself as you run. Nothing except sample the cookies and savour the moment.

You're nearing the lake when you hear the sounds of footsteps behind you. Glancing over your shoulder you see Monica Fulton approaching, her taut body dressed in spandex running gear, and her hair in a pony tail. She grins at you as she catches up, her firm breasts bouncing slightly.

"Hey Coach! Good morning for it," she grins, falling into step with you.

"Excellent morning," you answer. "You run every day?"

"Most days. It starts the morning well," she smiles as the two of you turn into the forest trail around the lake. "I like some good hard exercise to start the day." She gives you a grin, her eyes flaring with teasing amusement. You feel a twinge of growing excitement as you glance at her athletic body and see the open interest in her eyes as you remember the last time you encountered her while jogging.

"Hard exercise is the best," you say. "It's best to have a partner for it though."

"Yeah. A good hard partner," she grins. "A girl can't be too careful though. She needs to get the right partner. Or she might get taken advantage of. Out here alone in the woods. Helpless." She gives you a look full of teasing invitation.

"Yeah, that would be a real shame if someone caught you out here and took advantage of you."

"Pulled my clothes off and **** me down. Ravished me on the ground. Took what he wanted. I couldn't stop him."

"You'd be helpless."

"I'd have to try to run away from him. Try to escape. He'd have to catch me."

"You'd have to run fast. He'd be motivated to catch you. And take advantage of you."

"He'd want to **** me. Make me do it. Use me."

"We're all alone out here," you grin. "Are you sure you're safe with me?"

"God, I hope not!" she laughs. "I better run away though! I wouldn't want to make it too easy."

And with that she picks up her pace, striding ahead as she grins back over her shoulder at you, her pony tail bouncing and her firm rump undulating deliciously as she pulls away.