After a stressful day, I often found myself walking the trail through the woods behind the bait shop. Eight full hours of selling tackle and worms became tiring, and I longed to stretch my legs on the hilly, winding paths just north of the lake.
I was used to being outside; having grown up on a farm. I wasn't the strongest, but I had a slender, toned body tanned by the sun. I had tied my shoulder length blonde hair back in a ponytail and removed the company polo shirt. Summer evenings here could be quite warm so a loose tank top and cutoffs fit the bill perfectly. After putting on my dirty and broken-in tennis shoes, I headed for the trail.
The sun was beginning to sink, casting shadows through the trees; sometimes blinding me as I crested a hill. The soil on the trail and been trodden down, and in places washed away, exposing tree roots which served as steps. This made climbing and descending the gentle knolls much easier. I giggled as I leaped up a few steps; my tits jiggling inside my top. Being a small 34A, I went braless most of the time, giving me a sense of freedom which turned into excitement as my nips rubbed against the fabric. Gazing over the lake as I paced myself to reach the crest, it seemed perfectly peaceful. There was not a soul around anywhere.
As I looked ahead, I thought I saw the figure of a man approaching in my direction. He was tall and had broad shoulders and seemed to be strolling at the same pace as myself. As he neared, I thought I recognized him, but the glaring sunset and trees blocked my view. He reminded me of someone.
His auburn hair glistened in the sun and his skin was paler than mine. He resembled a friend of mine from high school years ago. Neither of us gave any hint of slowing down, and I couldn't help but notice the bulge swaying in his gray sweat pants. It swung evenly from left to right as he walked, his long legs stretching out each step. I looked away, but quickly glanced back as he passed, not resisting to see the big log stretched across his front and a definite dick print in the sweaty material.
Just as we met, I smelled his cologne and my mind went back 10 yrs to when I first remembered that scent. It reminded me of my friend, Jake. Its been so long! Of course, I though, that's Jake's older brother! I recognized him from the parties that Jake used to host where we made full use of truck tailgates around a fire. I stopped dead in my tracks, and turned, hoping to catch a glimpse of him from the back, but he was gone. Not there. There was nothing on the trail at all. The only sound I heard was from some birds in the treetops down near the lake.