The cool morning breeze hit my cheeks as I sprinted through the desolate streets of my town, which would've been packed with people and vehicles if I'd been there at noon instead of dawn.
My heart was racing with the effort, and sweat was glistening on my face like jewels. My muscles were straining but I kept pushing on.
That was when I rounded a curb and ran straight into someone racing towards me from the other side.
"Ow!" I yelped as I hit the road and the figure landed on top of me.
I was greeted by the wrinkly face of a middle-aged man nearing the dusk of his life.
"I'm sorry," he said in a deep fatherly voice, "Are you Ok?"
"I guess you could get off my breasts first..." I said, referring to his hands squeezing my boobs over my hoodie.
"Oh..." He blushed as he hastily got up to his feet and offered me a hand.
I took his hand and pulled myself up. He was almost 50, with a few strands of white hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a jacket and tights.
"Are you hurt?" He asked.
"I'm okay I guess... What about you?"
He simply nodded and eyed me up and down.
I noticed that he was looking at my grey hoodie, which had been dirtied due to the dirt on the road.
We stood there awkwardly before he introduced himself.
"Phil..." He extended a hand.
"Jessica..." We shook hands.
After a few more mutual apologies we started walking together and talking about ourselves. Basic stuff- education, family, hobbies etc.
I came to know that he was a manager in a local bank and had a family.
"My daughter's about as old as you..." He chuckled.
"How old is she?"
"19..."
"I'm 23..."
"Really? You look younger to me..." He said.
I blushed at his comment.
"Thank you," I said.
"You must have a lot of boys drooling after you..." He said. When I didn't respond, he hastily added, "Sorry that was a bit too personal..."
"I don't mind," I said, "But sadly, I'm a bit too fat to be considered attractive."
Although he was getting a bit too nosy, I was kind of enjoying the attention, which none of the jocks at college had spared me ever.
"Blokes these days have been watching too many of those models with fake tits on the internet. They can't appreciate real women..."
His rough mention of the word 'tits' created an awkward silence in the air but we continued walking.
"So? Are you exercising to impress those boys?"
"That's one of the reasons, yes..." I said, almost whispering.
"Is this your first day?" He asked
"Yes..."
"I've been jogging on these streets at this time daily for over four years. It's a refreshing experience but unfortunately I don't get company..."
"Well we could jog together from tomorrow..." I suggested.
"Wonderful!" He said almost a bit too excitedly.
Over the next few months, we got to know each other a lot better and developed a deep friendship. He started referring to me as "Jess", my nickname. He visited my home a couple of times after jogging for a cup of tea. During these winter months, I didn't ever consider engaging him sexually.
Even he didn't make any moves except the casual remarks about the prettiness of my blonde hair. Through our conversations I'd come to the conclusion that he was very devoted towards his family. I was sure that he could never cheat on his wife.
Gradually, the winter was coming to an end and I found it hard to jog in my woolen hoodie, and so I decided that it was time to break out my summer attire.
I thought that it would be a good surprise for Phil and I wanted to see how he would react.
I decided to go with a white sleeveless jersey and black shorts which covered my knees.
My perception of Phil was about to change that day.
As usual, I jogged to our meeting spot and waited for him there.
Soon enough, I saw his silhouette approaching me and pretended not to be aware of his arrival.
"Change in attire?" He said as he stopped next to me.
"Change in the weather..." I replied.
"You're right..." He said, wiping sweat off his brow as he opened the zip of his jacket, revealing a T-shirt beneath.
"Better..." He smiled.
We jogged as usual and I was far more comfortable today because of the change in clothing.
Even then, I was sweating profusely after the jog, and my white top was translucent due to being drenched.
Fortunately (or rather unfortunately) I was wearing a bra underneath, which concealed my nipples.
While walking me to my house, I noticed him stealing glances at my legs, which I'd waxed the day prior to avoid a fashion disaster.
"Nice legs Jess..." He commented, trying to sound polite.
"Why do you think so?"
"They're nicely toned and..."
"And?"
"They seem very smooth..."
"You like smooth legs?"
"I like groomed women who trim their body hair..."
I don't know why but this conversation was slightly arousing me.
"But I haven't shaved my armpits..." I said, my voice growing a bit huskier.
"Could you show me..." He said, slightly reluctant,
I lifted my arms above my head and we stopped walking.
"Well, the blonde hair is not too visible on your fair skin tone..." He said, "but you'd look better if you get rid of it..."
"I'll think about it..." I said as lowered my arms and we continued walking and reached my home.
"Tea?" I asked.
"Maybe tomorrow..." He said.
After I entered my house, I felt very horny recollecting his recent behavior. Commenting on my smooth legs and advising me to shave my armpits was something I hadn't expected from him.
There was no love in my life, and so an old man ogling me was turning me on instead of disgusting me.
I masturbated that night as I fantasized about going completely nude the next day.
Of course that wasn't going to happen.
But I did decide to make a couple of changes.
I went to the bathroom and waxed my armpits. I also decided to wear something a bit more revealing.
I decided to go with a green low cut top which exposed plenty cleavage. The thin fabric was straining to contain my mammaries. I considered going braless but that was a bit too much.
I also decided on black shorts which exposed my thighs and knees and stuck to my legs. I didn't wear any panties. I had realized that he had a slight fetish for curvy and chubby women. Although I'd lost a lot of fat over these months, I had a naturally chubby build which I had come to accept and admire. I also appreciated how my breasts had grown over these months for mysterious reasons.
As I greeted him the next day, he stared at me for a good 10 seconds and didn't even greet me.
"Are you alright Phil?"
"Yeah..." He said, still in a trance-like state, "You're looking beautiful Jess..."