Stroll out of Reverb Park

Josh shook his head, looking around.

That was weird, he thought. He checked the sky, the trees, the walkway. Still blue, still rustling, still scantily dotted with people.

It didn't seem like anything had changed. He didn't expect anything to. But that head throb certainly felt real. He stretched and rose from the bench he'd been sitting in. Whatever. It was just a funny way to stretch the imagination, and stretch he did, along with his rigid arms.

He pocketed his phone and walked off.

The park was a favorite spot of his, perfect for a casual minute of me-time. After a fairly tiring day it was common for him to just take a bench and cool off. Or sometimes, heat off. In this case, it was kind of both; the sun emanated warmth and the breeze toppled through his hairs. It was comforting enough without being some natural IcyHot abomination.

As usual, people littered the span. Picnicking on the grass, jogging through the bends. And as usual on a midday weekend, it was a little more spirited than the norm. Reverb Park wasn't the most popular park in the city, but that was no con in Josh's eyes; he liked enough room to pinwheel.

It was to a fortune, then, or maybe misfortune, of irony, when, as he wandered down the mild slope of the central path right through the intersection of a tight bend nearby, partially blocked by a tree, no less, that this space was promptly infringed upon by a headlong jogger.

In the throng of pained grunts, just a little irritated at the crash, Josh looked down to see a ravishing girl clad in shorts, sneakers, and a casual tank looking back up at him apologetically.

"Sorry about that." The sturdily shaped woman briskly pushed herself back up, and after a moment of glancing around and awkwardly immobile silence, lent a hand.

Realizing he was still in the ground -- not to mention feeling a little bruised on one leg -- and hadn't uttered a word, Josh took it. He brushed himself off as he looked her over. She was substantially hot. Substantial in that she emanated natural beauty; a cute button nose and pair of eyes paroled over her face. And as hot as a young, fit, gene-blessed woman could afford to be. Her legs were as smooth and tight as a Dionysian sculpt, and with arms and shoulders that framed against her tight form well. Her breasts were medium-sized and in their fullness complemented her slender, finely contoured figure pleasantly enough to want to wrap your arms around her. Even as her chest lay properly hidden underneath her white tanktop and the sports bra partially exposed underneath.

"Don't sweat it," Josh finally managed, eyes still wandering before him. That smooth skin, only barely glistening in sweat -- it looked like she had barely taken off before their run-in. Her head was draped in brown, well-groomed hair pulled into a ponytail. She looked at him with one slightly arched brow as his eyes glided up to meet her own, and he quickly prepared to blurt out a goodbye and run off.

"Um," she began, as she suddenly darted her eyes to the ground. Damn, she beat him to it! And what was with the doe-eyed look she had plastered on that adorable face of hers, that, might he add, only made her look more adorable? Suddenly, Josh widened his eyes as he became conscious of a bodily tingle, and he looked down, noticing with moderate horror the tent that had formed through his own knee-length shorts.

Shit! he thought with a grumble. How long had that been there?! No doubt she's 100% convinced I'm a creep now! Fuck me, fuck me...

However, feeling the tip of her ponytail, the fit runner continued with occasional looks to his eyes then blinking away, "Well, i-if you don't mind... we could get some lunch, maybe. I'll treat. You know, just to make it up to ya!" At this, she punched Josh in the shoulder playfully. Mr. West, however, was in such disbelief he didn't bother to feel said shoulder, in case it was still attached to him, and he was still there, even as she continued very palpably, with a slight bubbly energy emerging. "There's a great new hotdog place at the plaza. Wanna head there?" She fixated her gaze on him with an interesting look, one he couldn't precisely pinpoint. One thing of which he was certain, though, was that he had never experienced the feeling of being the subject of this kind of look before. Even with the girls he wasn't blacklisted forever from. Her eyes seemed to pulse with an invisible kind of language that he was utterly failing at understanding.

But... it was a hot, cute chick -- with legs he felt himself licking his lips to even in spite of the steadily thinning ice... along with that slightly tanned, smooth set of skin... did he mention smooth?

Josh swallowed, his restless dick tenting his pants now at full-mast. It was impossible; if she hadn't noticed yet, she would eventually. But if he tried to do anything about it in front of her, he would put himself in the most awkward position since that day he landed on the wrong side of his neighbor's bed. Maybe he could chance it, think of his dad's late cousin twice removed, and just cool it down... this girl wanted to make it up to him all of a sudden, right?

"Um, sure," Josh coughed into a fist, watching as her lips seemed to quickly pull back from a salacious smile and she composed herself. "It's just a block or two away, right?"

The brown-haired young minx was a little distracted, eyes cast down. "That's right, um... sorry, what was your name again?"

"Josh, Josh West."

"Stephanie Valejo..!" she replied with a hurried, still adorable breath. Stephanie followed this with a promptly outstretched arm, hand extended only inches away from his torso. "What's the matter?" she asked teasingly, bending her fingers like she was playing an invisible keyboard as she gave him that look again. It looked like glimmers, almost. "Never seen a hand before? They don't need to just be for picking up people, you know." And to his further disbelief, she lightly jabbed his chest with an innocent finger and gestured to his own hand with a tilt of her head, the coy, still somewhat shy smile pried across her face as friendly as a stranger could practically be.

His member twitched, and Josh bludgeoned his tight-lipped static with a smirk. As he took her hand for the second time, it was also no inaugural moment that he found himself undressing her with his eyes, corneas glued to the smooth, exposed flesh above her neckline, the way her gentle breaths caused her whole body to lift, the bare hint of cleavage plunging into her top. He imagined how she looked like naked, and nearly came upon his two planted feet. Randomly he thought desperately of getting a look at her ass -- he realized, after all, that that was the one piece missing from this beautiful puzzle that he had the pleasure of seeing and smelling up close so far. And boy was this hazel-haired, button-nosed slab of a puzzle a beauty.

But he couldn't get distracted.

Not now.

It was now or it was never!

"Well, mister Josh West," Stephanie giggled as she walked up to the front of him. "Let's see to that friendly repayment of mine, why don't we?" And just like that, his dick-et list was given a heavenly check off the margins. Her tightly adorned ass wiggled, the curvature straining cozily against the airy fabric of her mid-thigh running shorts, slightly before his very eyes, and without her even trying to flaunt -- he realized it was just how she naturally walked. Her natural swagger was just as naturally attractive as her physical features. Catching himself, his eyes drifted up again. She seemed to actually blush a little as she noticed his stare, and he noticed her noticing, and immediately he looked away, mentally backhanding his raging ardor. If he blew it now, he wouldn't forgive himself. So he gave her an adamant look and spoke for the both of them.

"I guess we better make sure we keep our eyes ahead, then, first," he advised, half-jokingly. "Wouldn't want to suddenly go crashing into an ass as beautiful as that, am I right?"

Suddenly, Josh froze. What the flying flock? 'Girls'! 'Girls as beautiful as you'! Not... not whatever slip of the tongue that Freudian, Seinfeldian corncob was! He was prepared to book it and make for a rock that could volunteer its bottom.

He really couldn't control it. Even when he wanted to be a gentleman, even if he genuinely tried, his impulses always went on override.

So it was a surprise to him when he brought his neck upward to see Stephanie with her hand over her mouth, having succumbed to a... laugh?

"That's right, mister West. How reckless of me..." With another playful smile, she bounded backwards until they were side to side. "That should be better. Now I don't need to look back at you... and you don't need to be distracted by a, quote, beautiful ass like the one attached to my behind. Am I right?"

And with that, they continued on. Josh, however, nearly stopped in his tracks as he stared at the young fit jogger bobbing beside him, ponytail faintly brushing against the wind, face in profile only more flattering when gazed upon.

Did he just hear what he thought he heard?

He shook himself out of it, urging his legs to keep moving.

No, whatever happened, the least he could do was keep rolling.

She crashed into him, after all -- he had an excuse to perv out on her, as far as he was concerned.

Besides, hotdogs with a hot young woman sounded like a great mid-day tangent. And one of them was sure to be yummy.