At just before 4:30 in the morning, the day was already warming up as Baby pulled on her jogging shorts and sports bra. Slipping into a pair of booty socks, she donned her runners. Finally, she tied her hair back into a ponytail with a rubber band.
Stepping back from the mirror mounted on the sliding door of her bedroom closet, she checked herself quickly.
Three days a week, Baby rose at 4 in the morning for her run before work.
She'd put on too much weight in the last half-decade and had grown very unhappy about it. At the advice of a friend, she'd taken up running as a way to lose it.
Now, over a year and half later, Baby smiled at her reflection.
She'd shed the pounds and become healthier. She'd managed to regain the hot, curvy body of her early twenties. And although she'd lost a bit of breast size in the process, she wasn't at all unhappy about it...in fact, she loved how they looked, packed into her sports bra.
Even without makeup, she was one hot mamita she thought...a regular mami chula.
Making her way to her car for the short drive to the park, Baby inhaled deeply. She loved the sweet-smell of early, mid-summer mornings in southern California, especially in her stomping grounds, where the palm trees lined the streets. There was a kind of energy about summer mornings that excited her and prepped her for her run.
Baby was happy with her life.
She'd come to love everything about it in the last several years, and the best part was that she'd learned to love herself again. Divorcing that tattooed asshole was the best choice she'd ever made...and she'd focused on her own happiness since.
She even loved her nickname.
Her real name was Carmelita-rosa, but everyone called her Baby. It was a nickname that had started with her grandfather when she was but a girl...and somehow it just seemed to stick.
The sun was still below the horizon as she pulled into the empty parking lot of the park and got out.
After locking her doors she slung her car key around her wrist by the small flexi-band attached to it and stretched a bit to relax her muscles.
Finally, she set off, jogging at a slow pace at first until she caught her breath.
Normally, for Baby, the start of the second mile was her sweet spot. It was when her body was fully relaxed, and her breathing normalized. From there, it was all downhill.
The sun appeared as a small slice of orange at the horizon as Baby hit her second mile and picked up speed. It was an awesome morning and she felt good. It was going to be a good run. Keeping her pace even, she rounded the bend that led to the mid-sized man-made pond at the center of the park.
This was her favorite part of the run.
She loved how the palm trees lined the pond, and the way the early morning sun made the water shimmer with orange slivers. As far as she could tell, she was alone in the park. She liked it best that way...just her, nature and the sound of her runners on the path.
As she came out of the bend where the brush gave way to an open view of the pond, Baby glanced to her left...and nearly tripped over herself.
There, at the edge of the pond, standing knee deep in the water, she spotted a lone figure...a man...a white man. From her vantage point on the path just above where he stood, he appeared to be completely naked.
She did a double-take and shook her head.
He couldn't possibly be naked, she thought as she passed. He must have been wearing light shorts or something that made him appear to be nude from a distance.
With his back towards her, Baby passed right behind him. He never turned around, seemingly unaware of her presence.
As she reached the point where the brush picked up again, she slowed a bit, wondering if the man she'd seen had really been naked.
That was crazy. Why in the world would anyone do that?
It was definitely not a clothing optional park. He could be arrested for that.
But then, the park was pretty empty and it was very early in the morning. Perhaps he was a naturist, out enjoying himself before the park got crowded.
Or, maybe he was some kind of twisted weirdo.
Either way, Baby jogged on focusing on her run.
Still, the picture of the man from behind wouldn't leave her alone. Had he really been totally naked in the park?
Slowing her pace to a crawl, Baby turned around.
But what if he was some kind of pervert, she worried suddenly. She didn't want to get raped or anything. Maybe she should just forget it. He was probably gone by now anyway.
But he wasn't.
Arriving back at the point where the brush opened, this time on her right, she saw him again in the slowly brightening light of the dawn.
Standing at a three-quarters angle from her point of view, the man had taken a few more steps where the water reached just above his knees.
He was clearly naked.
Baby stopped dead in her tracks and hid behind the brush to her right. The man still hadn't seen her.
Taking stock, Baby saw that he was a handsome man. He was fair skinned with a thick patch of curly auburn hair on his head. His beard and mustache were neatly trimmed, as was his pubic hair, and he was quite muscular.
As he stood in the water, he turned towards her. Baby crouched down a bit and receded until she could plainly see him through the brush...but as far as she could tell, he couldn't see her.
From the front, she saw that his cock was long and thick, dangling just above the surface of the water...and it was beginning to harden.
"Ay...mi..." she thought to herself, astonished at the sight of the totally nude man in the park.
What the hell was he doing?
Where were his clothes?
Scanning the area around him she saw none. Had he just walked naked through the park to the pond with no clothes at all?
The man's circumcised cock continued to rise as Baby watched, crouched behind the brush, until finally, it thickened to full erection, standing out and away from his body.
Baby had seen her share of cocks in her time, but this was one of the bigger ones that she could remember seeing. As he turned, unaware of her presence to face her direction full-on, she noticed that his member was perfectly straight...something a bit unusual, as the most of the cocks she'd seen had had some kind of curve or bend to them.
It was a pretty cock actually; she thought to herself...then clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.
Crouching behind the brush she watched him. But for the life of her, she couldn't figure out why he was naked. What would possess someone to do that?
Suddenly, before her eyes, the man took hold of his erection. Then he glanced around himself quickly, apparently making sure that he was alone.
Stunned, Baby held her breath, watching him.
Her nipples stiffened under her sports bra.
Seemingly satisfied that he was unobserved, the man closed his eyes. Tilting his head back on his shoulders, he moved his hand along the shaft of his cock...stroking himself slowly in the water.
Baby gasped, then clamped another hand worriedly over her mouth for fear that the man would hear her.
But he didn't.
He continued to touch himself, moving his hand slowly from the base of his erection, along the shaft of it to the head and back down again, repeating the pattern.
Baby's nipples were stiff nubs under her bra, as she felt herself moisten between her thighs.
The man was openly masturbating, totally naked in the park where anyone could see him.
Sweating from her run...her body released endorphins and her senses were heightened. She was normally horny after her runs anyway...and the sight of the naked man in the water made her body respond all the faster.
Without warning, the man moved, taking a few steps towards the edge of the pond, still pulling at himself. Baby noticed that his legs were thickly muscled as they appeared with each step.
Finally, he stood, fully revealed...not ten yards from where she crouched, watching him.
Her thighs were beginning to slicken with her juices and she suddenly found it difficult to breathe.
Watching the naked man masturbate was making her incredibly horny. But it wasn't just the sight of him that was turning her on. It was the idea of what he was doing that was just as exciting.
Here was a good-looking man, totally naked in the park, pulling on his cock as if he had not a care in the world...as if he didn't care whether anyone saw him or caught him.
And he had no clothes at all...anywhere...at least not that she could see.
The thought him walking completely nude through the park made Baby's pussy gush, and her clitoris swelled.
How would he get home in the light of day, she wondered. Would he have to walk naked back to wherever he had come from, exposing himself to anyone and everyone?
The man moaned. Moving his hand faster over his cock, he jerked it, beginning to pound it.
Unconsciously, Baby crouched lower, and rested a hand on her bare, brown thigh.
