I was feeling frustrated. Why? Who knows? It was just a case of severe frustration giving me the heebie jeebies and making me want to run around looking for a kitten to kick. Not a dog. They might bite and I wanted to attack something defenceless. And I was horny. Not that that is anything new. A natural state of affairs for any man.
It was a nice day, so I decided I'd go out and run off all my frustrations and horniness, working up a good sweat. Accordingly I put on my running things and headed down to the local park.
I suppose I shouldn't really call it a park. It was a nature reserve, and there were several square miles of it. Parts of it consisted of parkland, but not much. Ninety percent was natural vegetation with walking tracks and a couple of bike tracks. Pedestrians were supposed to keep off the bike tracks and any cyclist on a pedestrian path was liable to suffer injury when they were pushed into the nearest bush.
There were a number of jogging tracks. Three or four were in common usage, but there were another half dozen minor tracks that just meandered through the bush. It was all that meandering that made them unpopular with runners and joggers. They like long straight stretches with few bends. A path that seemed to switch direction every dozen yards didn't make for a good run.
So here I am trotting down a path, just starting to work up a sweat. And there she was, jogging towards me, a sweet young thing with a tight top that totally failed to control her breasts. She had a terrible case of boob-bounce. I was watching them so hard I damn near jogged into a tree when she passed. I'll just bet that her breasts would continue to bounce for a good five minutes after she stopped running.
On I went, my horniness index higher than when I started, thanks to that young woman. Jogging along and I overtake another sweet young thing. Why the hell are they all out jogging this morning? Why aren't they at home, in bed, taking care of their man?
Overtaking a pretty little jogger is worse than just passing one going the other way. Going the other way you're distracted for a few seconds by the pretty girl (and the boobs) but then you pass each other and you continue on your way, smiling. Overtaking means that you're trotting up from behind and you'll be behind her for a while. That means, in this particular case, that I was trotting along behind a teenager wearing tight shorts. Very tight and very short. And her bottom wobbled. There was a real lilt to the way her buttocks rolled around inside those shorts.
That natural sway of the woman's bottom prevented me passing her. I just automatically slowed down to appreciate the view. Unsurprisingly, this did nothing to help my general state of frustration and horniness.
I gave up on the running. The path I was on forked and I headed down the little used path, slowing to a stroll and enjoying nature. All was calm and peaceful, just the calling of the birds breaking the quiet.
I was starting to relax while strolling down the path. I suppose I must have walked for a good five minutes, getting deeper and deeper into the reserve. (There was no chance of getting lost. They had little signs every time two tracks crossed, indicating the nearest exit.)
Then I heard feet slapping the ground and the next thing I knew a young woman was jogging up from behind. She was about twenty five and quite pretty. She pulled up level with me and was almost jogging on the spot as she started to chatter.
"You're not going to keep fit just strolling along like that," she said rather derisively. "You need to run."
Why are these fitness fanatics always urging other people to run? I'll run when I want to and casually stroll when I want to. Right now, casual strolling fitted my requirements.
"I've been running," I pointed out. "I was trying to run off excess energy but it wasn't working. Now I'm relaxing."
"If you're trying to work of excess energy maybe you should try a different type of exercise. Tai Chi, for instance."
Yeah, right. I'm going to prance around doing formal Asian dance moves. I knew the type of exercise I wanted and Tai Chi wasn't it.
"I suppose you also do Tai Chi as well as running?"
"It's very healthy," she said, nodding to indicate that she did do it. "It really helps your fitness."
"I'll pass. I must admit that there is another type of exercise I want. How about you drop your shorts and I'll indulge?"
She went red and glared at me.
"I was only trying to be friendly," she snapped. "There's no need to be rude."
She was about to jog off but I reached out and hooked a finger over her shorts, stopping her. She tried to pull away but I managed to flick open the button. I gave a little tug and her shorts slid down over her bottom. So did her panties, with just a little help.
"I wasn't being rude," I said. "I was making an offer. I think I really need some exercise."
