Everyone in the office watched as Denise glided down the hallway. They always watched. She was 6'2" she had the body of a runway model. Her outfit was impeccable; there was the faint shadow of black panties under her off-white silk slacks and her dark green satin blouse hung on the nipples of her braless perky breasts. With her black hair running down her back she looked like pure sex - she always looked like sex when she walked down the hallway. All the women wanted to be her and all the men wanted to be "in" her.
Denise was a 26 year-old virgin. She knew she was beautiful but grew up feeling self-conscious about being rail thin with no breasts. All her friends had breasts, why didn't she?
She was all skin and bones growing up but when she joined the cross-country track team and the swim team, she outgrew her gangly awkwardness.
By the time Denise finished school she was lean and sleek with broad strong shoulders. Her breasts had filled out but they were by no means large. Even though they were small and perky could tell she had breasts. The only reason she ever wore a bra was to hide her nipples which seemed to be perpetually hard and pointy.
Her stark beauty intimidated every man she ever came into contact with and consequentially she never had a 2nd date.
Her only relief was masturbation. A "Secret Santa" gave her a dildo for Christmas one year. She never found out who her "Secret Santa" was but she had hours of fun with the dildo cumming over and over again. What she really wanted, though, was a warm throbbing cock fucking her.
Denise never needed to worry about her body weight but none the less was a fanatic about getting in a 5-mile run every day. She had petite breasts and wasn't worried about them bouncing around when she ran but always wore a sports bra because her nipples were always hard when she got hot and sweaty. If she wasn't wearing a sports bra her nipples looked like steel bullets pushing out the front of her wet tee-shirt.
At night she liked to sleep with her dildo. She didn't push it into her pussy; she just wanted to feel it between her legs while she went to sleep.
Denise had just about given up finding a boyfriend when the long Labor Day weekend came. Several people from her office banded together to go camping at Acadia National Park in Maine. Denise had never been to Acadia NP but after doing a quick Google search she found it had miles and miles of "carriage trails" where she could get her daily runs in.
The very first morning Denise woke early with only a thin pad and sleeping bag between her and the hard ground. She was wearing panties and a tee-shirt and wished she had brought her dildo with her. If she had known her tent-mate, Sally, was going to shack-up with Jim from the mail room she would have brought it with her.
She loved her early morning orgasms and made do with her fingers. She was about to cum when she heard a "verbal knock" at her tent. She was barely able to get out a "just a minute" response in the middle of her orgasm. She liked to close her eyes and let the orgasm wash over her when she climaxed but someone was outside her tent so she quickly pulled her fingers from her pussy and put on some jeans before unzipping the tent flap.
Tim was standing outside her tent. "You're a runner, aren't you?" he asked, more of a statement than a question. He didn't wait for a response, "Put your shorts and sneakers on and come join me."
Denise quickly put on her running shorts and shoes. Pulling her long black hair back into a pony tail she unzipped the tent and stepped out to meet Tim. She had never talked to him but knew he was an IT guy and looked like he knew how to run.
Tim looked Denise over as she stepped out of her tent and she was suddenly aware she wasn't wearing her sports bra and her nipples were harder than ever. It was too late now. "Hi, I'm Denise," she said introducing herself to Tim.
"I'm Tim," he said. "I'm glad another runner came camping. There are over 40 miles of carriage trails in Acadia and 16 stone bridges. I plan to see as many bridges as I can this weekend."
