It's a lovely late summer afternoon in London, you're out walking through a park in the city with your friend Andrew. He's in London for the day on a business trip and you've arranged to meet up to hang out for a few hours. You're wearing a pretty summer dress and he's still wearing a suit from his morning meetings. The sun is shining down on your bare shoulders and you're walking along talking about life and joking together.
Ahead of you a youngish looking runner, late twenties or early thirties, is approaching. He has shades on and tight running gear that shows a well developed masculine chest.
You say to Andrew "I bet he checks out my ass after he runs past us."
Andrew laughs "maybe not, he could be gay."
Because of his shades you can't see if the runner looks at you but you flash him a nice smile as he passes anyway.
A few seconds after he's passed you feel a breath of cold air on the cheeks of your ass and you realise that Andrew has lifted up the back of your skirt.
"That will be a treat for him if he did have a look" he chuckles.
"You are so naughty!" you cry and then you glance back.
The runner has stopped running to take a break and is leaning forward with his hands on his knees, stretching. When he's sees you glance back he flashes you a grin with white teeth against his slightly stubbly chin.
You smile back and resume walking along the trail with Andrew. "Not gay" you say to him.
"I think even a gay man would appreciate that ass" he laughs back.
The path leads in to a wooded section of the park and comes to a fork where you could take one of two routes. Andrew stops and examines both options and as he is deciding which route to take you hear footsteps coming along behind you.
It's the same runner, now walking, he must have changed direction to follow you. Andrew sees him and calls out "Hey mate, which is the best path to take to get to the underground station?"
The runner walks over and says "Neither path really goes that way, you really need to go that way" and he points deeper into the wood.
You look in the direction he's pointing and there's a small dirt path leading deeper into the trees.
Andrew says "That looks like we could get lost in there, do you have time to show us?"
The Runner says it's not a problem and agrees to guide you through the wood.
He leads the way with Andrew following behind you, he's taking you deeper into the trees and the sounds of the city become muffled and distant.
You reach a small grassy clearing deep among the trees and Andrew calls a halt "Hold up a second, I think I have a stone in my shoe, I'm not really dressed for exploration".
While he's sorting himself out you spy a comfortable seat on a smooth fallen tree trunk. You sit back and let the sun rays shining through the trees warm your shoulders. The runner sits down on the grass in front of you and stretches out his hamstrings some more, he has well developed thighs and you suspect he's showing off to you.
'Seeing as we're playing that game' you think, you lift the skirt of your dress up your thighs to let the sun shine on your legs.
Andrew walks up behind you and puts his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them gently. He says to the runner "This is a nice spot, you fancy just hanging out with us for a bit?"
The runner responds "Sure, I could do with a bit of a rest now."
The sun is beating down on you and everything is peaceful and relaxed. Andrew is still rubbing your shoulders and the runner has laid out on his back. You look at his running shorts wondering idly what is under that bulge at his crotch.
"You're going to burn in this sun if you're not careful" Andrew says to you sternly, from a pocket he produces a bottle of sun cream.
"You mind?" he says to you, and you get the feeling he's not just asking about whether you want sun cream applied.
"I don't mind" you say, and you smile sexily at him. he squirts some cream on to his hands and starts to rub it into your shoulders.
"Hey buddy" Andrew calls "can you do her legs for me? I'm busy on this side" and he throws the bottle over to the runner.
The runner sits up, looks at the bottle and then at your legs, then he looks at Andrew, then he smiles and picks up the bottle. He springs to his feet and then kneels in front of you.
He squirts some cream on to his hands and places the bottle down. "Sorry if this is a little cold" he says looking up at you.
Then his hands are on your lower legs rubbing oil into your calf muscles with strong but careful strokes of his hands. "You've got great legs, do you run?"