It was very hard following Amy as we ran through the Dorset countryside that morning. Literally. From the moment she'd pulled on her skin-tight shorts and pink crop top, I'd been reduced to a drooling, jabbering wreck.
Whenever the footpath narrowed, she'd insisted on going in front, swaying her hips, thrusting her bottom towards my face, leaving me gnashing my teeth in frustration.
I'd tried so hard to resist, to rip my eyes away from the curves that she swung so provocatively in front of me, but to no avail; she'd reached into my skull, disconnected my brain and jammed the bare wires leading from my balls into the open socket. The swelling in my shorts told her she'd succeeded. Running with a boner is no fun, especially if your girlfriend is silently mocking you for it.
Of course, she knew what she was doing; that demure pout, that look of feigned innocence, all too easily betrayed by that wicked smile. She was high on the power she had over me; I was putty in her hands. With her wiles she'd banished Sensible Jake; I'd regressed to a grunting pubescent.
And I hated myself for it. Hated how easily she could exploit my puerile masculinity. She'd cast her spell, turned my hormones against me. She'd tortured me until my defences were broken and my honour was ablaze with lust. She was leading me home with my tongue hanging out and I was powerless to stop her.
The prim and proper Amy calmly unlocked the door to the cottage, smiling innocently at me as if we'd just returned from a respectable Sunday stroll. She made a beeline to the kitchen sink, and I watched, mesmerised by her perfectly shaped butt, as she reached up on tiptoe to pick out two glasses from the cupboard.
She turned on the tap to fill them with water. That was my cue, the routine we'd rehearsed so many times. My cock strained against the tight confines of my compression shorts.
I moved behind her.
"Hello sexy," I growled softly into her ear. I let my left hand tease the exposed flesh at the base of her buttocks and I slid a fingertip under the tight lycra of her shorts.
"Oohh geddoff," she teased playfully.
I leant forward to kiss her on the side of her head.
"Ewww!" she pushed me away with her hand. "You're all sweaty!"
"But I'm so horny," I moaned pathetically.
"And whose fault is that?" she asked in her strict-schoolmistressy voice.
"But you've been teasing me all morning," I bleated.
"I just went on an early morning run with my handsome young man," she replied unimpressed. She turned off the tap and set the glasses down on the worktop. "It's not my fault you've got yourself overexcited," she scolded.
I had two hands on her butt now and she was trying to press back against me. I ran my hands round to her hips and let her push against me. She gasped as she felt my erection pressing snugly between her buttocks.
"You're telling me you didn't mean to get me all excited with these tight shorts and this little top?" I answered accusingly.
My girlfriend spun round, pushing me backwards slightly.
"I made you excited?" she asked in mock incredulity. "What about this?" she tugged at the new compression shirt that I was wearing. "Or this?" She grabbed my cock through my shorts. "I've been wanting to drag you behind a bush ever since we left the house!"
"You like that?" I taunted her.
She nodded, mute, eyes shining with lust. My erection throbbed painfully.
"You like feeling my hard cock?" I asked.
She nodded again.
I lifted her chin with my fingers. "Let me hear you say it," I ordered. "Tell me you like my big, hard cock."
"Oh Jake!" she growled in protest, squeezing me harder, as if to punish me for my demand.
"Let me hear you say it!" I insisted.
She shook her head and tried to lift the hem of my shirt, but I dropped my arms to my side preventing her from doing so.
"Say it," I growled.
Thwarted, Amy beat her fists on my chest in frustration.
"Yes Jake, I fucking love your big hard cock," she shouted. "Happy?" She gave me a withering look. "Now let me get your fucking top off!"
I bent forwards and took a step back, letting her pull my shirt from me. She flung the garment sideways and it caught on one of the pegs by the front door.
For a split second she hesitated -- maybe we were moving too fast, maybe we shouldn't be doing this downstairs in full view of the kitchen window. I stayed still, standing maybe a metre from her, giving her the space to run her eyes over my body. Behind her, the sunlight played through her hair, a golden halo framing her illusory innocence.
Then she attacked, launching herself forwards, wrapping herself around me, trapping my arms by my sides and driving her head into my chest. I felt the aggression of her kisses as her lips roamed frantically across my skin; I'd have a string of hickies in a few hours -- no doubt about that. I slid my hands over her butt, pulling her even more tightly against me, letting her feel the hardness of my steel against the smoothness of her abs.
Amy bent her head lower, taking my left nipple into her mouth. Delicately she closed her teeth around the sensitive flesh and pulled, sending sparks skittering through my core.
"Fuck Amy!" I cried.
She pulled harder, biting just a little more firmly, letting me teeter on the knife edge between pleasure and pain. Then, with a final, punishing nip of her incisors, she released me and looked up, pleading for approval with her puppy-dog eyes.
"That felt so good," I groaned.
Obediently she dipped her head again, but I was too quick for her -- I thrust my arms out, caught her by the waist and lifted her upwards.
