This is Why You Never Skip Leg Day

“Huff… Huff… Wheeze… Hey Sam?... Huff…”

“Yeah Tyler?”

“Remind me… Wheeze… To get… Huff… Some workout clothes… Wheeze…”

“Hehe, told you. Need a break?”

“Yes… Please… Wheeze…”

I like to think I’m an athletically capable guy, but my body is telling me something very different right now. We had jogged a few blocks at this point, and it started out great! After we left her apartment, she somehow managed to get the rip in her pants caught on the stair railing, which made another tear, creating an open flap exposing part of her left butt cheek. She still didn’t notice or acknowledge it in any way. I ran behind her, for obvious reasons, and was enthralled by the view. I thought I would have had to adjust my stride to not overtake her just from the difference in our leg lengths, but if anything, I think she's the one that slowed down for me.

I looked around occasionally and saw other people notice her pants situation with shock and surprise. Quickly followed by perverted appreciation from most, and comedic amusement by the rest. They were staring, gawking, pointing her out to friends next to them, fully appreciating the view that was given to them, and not a single one shouted at Sam or even mentioned it to her. A couple of them even whipped their phones out for a picture, of which Sam’s body always responded by instinctually providing the best angle for the would-be photographers. They were all just being happy voyeurs, and I was one of them.

That was a double-edged sword, though. Ever try to run with a boner? Not the easiest or most pleasant of experiences. But considering the reason for it, I’m willing to suffer. I was thankful for my baggy cargo pants in that regard though, they did more for hiding my hard on than most other pants would.

Around block two, I noticed her shirt was riding up, exposing her mid riff, and that her stride changed a little. After a moment I saw what happened, her bra had unclasped itself, offering significantly less support and letting her breasts swing and dance as she ran. This, of course, only made things worse for her bra as after another block, the shoulder straps were making their way southward. Exposed by the lack of sleeves from her tank top. I noted her bra matched the pastel yellow of her panties. By that time, we had made it to the local park, and I was gasping heavily for air and asking for the break.

I collapse on a nearby bench, trying desperately to fill my lungs with air before taking a big swig from my water bottle. A couple minutes go by, and I manage to get my breathing under control, my throat still burns but it’s manageable. I look over to Sam, she’s doing some stretches while she waits for me to recover. The ripped flap in her pants has spread, exposing most of her cheek, which everyone nearby noticed and are appreciating.

Deciding to put on a little more of a show for them, I open the app and am again flabbergasted by the smoothness of the operation as I turn on toggle for the “Split” command and activate it. Sam immediately stops the stretch she was doing and spreads her legs as she lowers onto her elbows in a full split, half of her ass exposed and prominently on display for everyone looking. Everyone, including myself, were enjoying the view when something ridiculous happened.

Another park goer walking his dog passed by, a corgi by the looks of it if my dog breed knowledge is correct. As they approached Sam, the corgi started sniffing the ground intently before pulling his owner over to where Sam was doing her split. The owner didn’t seem to mind his dog’s sudden erratic behavior, distracted by the sight as he was. Once the corgi got nose to ass with Sam, it sniffed for a moment before grabbing her panties in its' teeth and jerked backwards with as much gusto as the little dog could muster. Which was enough.

Sam gasped at the sudden stimulation but did nothing beyond that, holding firm in her split. The little dog pulled with all its' might until there was a short, violent RIIIP! And the corgi walked away, head held high as it proudly carried Sam’s panties dangling between its' teeth. The owner, despite doing absolutely nothing to stop his devious/adorable little hooligan’s antics and fully loving the result, began apologizing profusely to Sam for his dog’s behavior. Still holding her split, she simply looked over to the dog walker, smiled and said,

“Oh no worries! He’s just being friendly.”

Not realizing there was now nothing hiding her bare ass crack to the world, she went back to focusing on her split as the dog walker continued on his route, looking back at her for as long as possible without hurting himself. The corgi still smugly holding his prize as they marched off.

I manage to coax my legs into working again and walk over to her, getting a closer look. The violent plundering of Sam’s panties seems to have also started another rip on the right side, the promise of another open flap to expose her right butt cheek. But not only that, her asshole and part of her pussy were now being showcased as she held the split. I stare dumbly at her for a minute before whipping out my phone once more and open my camera.

She shifts her position slightly in response to the device pointing at her, arching her back to make her ass point upwards to better face the lens. Showing off more of her pussy in the process. I take more than a few pictures, close ups, wide shots, angled views, you name it. I'm not a professional photographer, but I can pretend. I did have to retake a few though as the files got corrupted. I would be mad if I wasn't used to it by now. But anyways, her pussy isn’t bald, but it has a well-maintained V shaped landing strip which did, in fact, match the drapes.

The park has a decent number of people walking through, each one that passes by us takes a moment to gawk and/or smile before continuing on their way, shifting their pants as they do so. A few of them even take a picture or two of their own. After another minute, I decide to test just how oblivious of photos the app makes her.

I walk to her front and hold my phone up, zooming in on her cleavage. My exhaustion and previous victories with the app bolstering my confidence. She briefly looks up at me, acknowledging my presence, and goes back to focusing on her split. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t even see the phone despite it being directly in front of her face. She does readjust her arms, so her cleavage window is easier to see though.

After only two photos in the name of science and nothing else I swear, I finally relent and untoggle the “Split” command. She stands back up almost instantly; face filling with relief from holding a split for so long. Still completely not acknowledging the state of her clothing, she says,

“You all good to keep going?”

“Yep! Got my second wind. Let’s go.” I respond as I stealthily readjust the situation between my legs once more.

And we take off running again. Still behind her, I get an unobstructed view of her tight and toned ass swaying back and forth while she runs. I feel as though a chorus of angels singing in the background would be appropriate for this magnificent sight, I could summon a tear in my eye with little effort if I want. And from the looks of it, everyone nearby could do the same.

It didn’t stop there though. We run along a stretch of path through the park with a variety of trees, bushes, and other foliage on either side. The path curves to the right, and as we run, Sam veers a little far to the inside line of the path and her arm brushes against a hanging tree branch. Seems insignificant, but that little twig of a tree branch somehow beat the odds; spitting in the face of physics by catching her lowered bra strap and snapping it in two.

The improbability of what just happened was not lost on me as I almost trip over myself, staring in awe and disbelief. Sam, not caring about the miraculous event that just took place, looks back to me saying,

“Careful there, don’t wanna fall and rip your precious cargo pants. That’d be real embarrassing.”

“You’re right, Huff. Huff. That’d be terrible. Huff. Huff. I can’t go around with ripped pants. Huff. Huff. Everyone would go blind from my pastiness. Huff… Huff… It’d be a real scandal” I respond between breaths.

“You’d certainly be the talk of the town, that’s for sure.” She replied.

We both laugh for very different reasons as I marvel at both her ass, which is even more exposed as the right flap continues to tear away, and her stamina. How long did it take her to be able to run this far without even being winded? Amazing. But if that wasn’t enough, a couple minutes later, right as we get to the other end of the park, the artistic metal fence separating the park from the rest of the city, catches the unbroken bra strap on her left, and the entire garment rips out from under her shirt. Leaving it dangling from the fence post, Sam just keeps running like nothing happened with her tits bouncing and jiggling merrily. Her prominent nipples now easily noticeable poking from behind her tank top.

Her shirt has shifted so far up her torso, it more closely resembles a tube top rather than a tank top and all its managing to do is highlight her boobs movement even more. Now that they are no longer contained by the sports bra, their true size is revealed. That must have been one hell of a bra to contain those monsters so tightly. They’re not quite as big as Melina’s, but they certainly come close. Shy by maybe a cup size. I try desperately to suppress any laughter, which isn’t hard with how much I’m wheezing. I watch everybody we see stop and stare at Sam’s bouncing bazongas, they’re eyes matching the up down motion of her breasts only to almost leap from their skull as they see her naked ass on full display as we pass.

We’re a couple blocks back into town at this point and despite the adrenaline boosting abilities of watching a woman have her clothes comically removed or torn by the forces of a magical demon app, I couldn’t go on much longer.

“Saaaaam!... Wheeze!... Gasp!... I need a minute… Wheeze!... Just gonna die real quick…” I manage to gasp out.

“You’re not allowed to die until I can use you as a reference for a personal trainer job.” She responds, breathing slightly heavier than before.

“You’re so… Huff… Huff… Considerate… Wheeze…”

“That’s me! But no worries, catch your breath, get some water. We don’t want you to overdo it.”

I nod as I collapse onto the ground and take a few healthy gulps of my water. It’s refreshing hydration soothing my aching throat from the exertion of jogging a million miles. I may be exaggerating just a tad, but that’s what it feels like. Once I finally manage to get my breathing, and heartrate, under control again, I look to Sam and see she’s doing some more stretches while she waits for me to recover. Then I get an idea. I open my handy dandy app, turn on the toggle feature for “Bend Over”, and tap the “Summon” command. Sam instantly stops stretching and walks over to me.

“You all good?” She says to me expectantly.

I just give her a nod and a smile while holding up my hand, indicating I need one more minute. I then tap the “Bend Over” command and watch as she fully bends at the waist, with her exposed nether regions thrusting out to the busy street for anybody passing by to see, resting her hands on the wall I’m leaning against as she does so. All the while, still smiling and unaware of just how lewd she looks. I’m curious what’s going through her head, so I catch my breath and ask,

“Watchya doin?”

“Just stretching some more. Gotta keep my muscles warm while you recover.” She responds innocently.

“Makes sense. I just need another minute.”

I watch with enjoyment as a few people walk by and almost collide with a street light as they stare at Sam. I get another idea and flag down the next gawker that walks by. It takes some doing with how distracted he is, but he eventually notices me, and I ask,

“Would you like to take a picture?”

“R-really? Is that alright?” He responds excitedly.

“For sure! Go ahead.” I say as I look over to Sam. She doesn’t respond at all, like she didn’t even hear me speak.

I just look back to the random passerby and he quickly gets out his phone, almost dropping it, and starts taking a bunch of pictures that I’m sure will get plenty of use later. Well, that proves the “Camera Vogue” will jump through many hoops to work as intended. I spend the next few minutes encouraging a few more people to take pictures of Sam’s hot back side, leaving about 12 people with “research” photos, before I turn off “Bend Over” and will what little life I have left into my legs as we continue our run.