You Stay and Wait

Another seventeen minutes go by, your little cock throbbing beneath your shorts in denied lust. More than anything you want to rip them off and jerk your baby dick until climax, ignoring the gaze of the outside world. Somehow though, you resist the urge to even discreetly play with it through your shorts pocket, and soon you see the tall, toned figure of Courtney walking over. Something was odd about her gait, it seemed almost like she was limping, but you figured she must just be sore from a previous workout. You also noticed that her booty shorts were inside out, though you decided not to bring it up. She seems already flustered and out of breath as she reaches you, with a hint of embarrassment.

Flushed she says, “Sorry I’m late anon… there was a a lot of traffic. Have you been waiting long?”

You shrug, staying on the bench and trying to conceal the bulge in your pants, “Not really, I just got here actually."

She raises an eyebrow at that, clearly not believing you though she doesn't say anything else about it.

"Well then anon, I was hoping we could stretch a bit quick? I'm really sore today for some reason."

You've already been waiting over half an hour longer than you anticipated and are eager to begin your run. Not to mention the worry that stretching could draw more attention to the tent you've been trying to hide in your pants.