Michelle's hot breath steamed in the crisp mountain air as she ran over the tundra. Blasting past native scrub her feet were carving a path up the slight incline. The landscape was lightly dusted in snow, but the crisp air felt lovely on the hot blood pumping underneath her skin as she ran. She was dressed in a tight fitting sports bra and grey leggings that scrunched in the back making her butt look amazing in her own opinion, her butt felt amazing too and she was enjoying her decision to slip a butt plug in before she left the schloss for her run, It was hitting all kinds of the right spot.
She was initially worried about being too cold out on the frosty plains but without a breath of wind in the air the sun and her exercise was doing a nice job of keeping her core temperature up, she was even starting to sweat a little. Still, her nipples were hard and straining against her sports bra as they broke the air in front of her. Michelle spied a small clearing up ahead and figured that would be a good place for a rest, she drove her runners in the hard ground and accelerated up the slight incline as the frosty backdrop broke in front of her and a beautiful gorge came into view in front of her. She stopped and caught her breath at the beauty of the view. She hadn't seen anyone else on the trail the whole time she had been on her run and took the opportunity to cool off, removing her bra and flashing her tits to the sun. She also started doing some stretches to keep her legs activated, the lunging shifting the plug she had in and she started getting a tingle between her legs, how perfect would it be if she slipped her hand down her leggings and had a really excellent work out. She was still stretching, bent over pulling he leggings tight over her sweet ass when she heard a twig snap, a rustle in the bushes and Michelle suddenly felt she was being watched. She spun on her heel, covering her tits with her hands and stared into the dense alpine thicket by the side of the track and looked for the source of the disturbance. She couldn't see anything thing and was about to breathe a sigh of relief and uncover her chest when from right in front of her a voice rang out in the airy mountain silence.
"Hi there, I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you," and from the scrub a man emerged, barley a foot away Michelle was amazed she hadn't seen him, He was dressed head to toe in camouflage, with his face done up and his hair dyed various shades of green which made Him all but invisible in the native bush. He also had a large pair of binoculars strapped around his neck.
"I was just doing some bird watching, I've been waiting for days to catch sight of the elusive flying Emu I've heard rumours of in these parts," he smiled through the Camo face paint and Michelle could tell he was quite handsome. "I was going to announce myself," he continued "when you ran up, but then you took your top off and I didn't want to embarrass you or freak you out."
His story sounded plausible enough to Michelle, and though she couldn't be sure he wasn't some kind of elaborate peeping Tom she was pleased she had refrained from touching herself, though the ache in her hot lady temple hadn't subsided. She retrieved her bra from the ground, bending over as she did so and she caught him glancing at her butt, she was hardly surprised it did look great after all. She stood facing the man, and holding her bra she decided she might as well have some fun with this amateur ornithologist (she was pretty sure that's what bird watchers were called)
"Well you've had a pretty good look at me, why don't you return the favour?" She asked the man, not even knowing his name, not caring to ask.