A quick story about my morning jog.
I got out of my car in my little, silky red jogging shorts and a tight black tank top. I put my foot on my bumper and began to stretch. I noticed a tall, lean black man looking at me, with a little bit of a smile. Interesting, I thought to myself, smiling back. He was hot, shaved head, trim goatee and veiny, muscular arms. We made eye contact, and I knew he was interested. I turned, and slowly jogged down the trail, making sure my round ass bounced in my tight shorts.
A little ways into the woods, I heard someone run up behind me. It was him. I stopped running and leaned up against a tree, hoping he would stop.
He did.
"Sup?" He asked with a grin that told me exactly what he wanted. And he knows I am willing to give it to him. With my bleached blonde hair, earrings, pierced septum, painted nails and skimpy shorts, it's obvious that I am a cocksucking little faggot.
"Hey." I replied. We made eye contact. He stepped close so his face was inches from mine. He put one hand on my waist, and the other touched my nipple. I reached down and grabbed his crotch, feeling something really long and thick.
"You like that?" He asked, looking me dead in the eye and pinning me against the tree.