You can't get into trouble jogging, now can you? At least, not if you're a six foot plus man, heavily built, and fit enough to go jogging. I mean, who's going to bother me? No-one, that's who.
So there I was down at this large flora and fauna reserve that's nearby. Quite a large place, over two hundred hectare, and miles of tracks for those who want to hike or jog. I'd just pulled up behind another car that had the same destination, arriving when I did. I didn't get out of the car immediately, wanting to change into my running shoes.
There I was, in my running shoes and still not out of the car. Instead I was watching with interest the driver of the other car. A young lady of I'd say nineteen, going on twenty, had got out of the other car. A very attractive little thing in my opinion. She wasn't very tall, needing high heels to get past the five foot six mark, but what she has was very nicely arranged.
I can say she was nicely arranged because her figure was on display quite charmingly. She wore tight green shorts and what looked like a sporting top, one of those ones that double as top and bra. She wasn't over-endowed up top, but her bust-line was still quite generous for someone of her stature. The main reason I stayed in the car watching her was because she had a very trim little bottom, the sort of bottom that a man just naturally wants to pat. This was very much in evidence as she was bent over at the waist, doing some loosening up exercises, and that lovely little bottom was pointing right at me.
I waited until she jogged off, noting which track she took, then I took a different one. Admittedly, the two tracks joined for a while deeper in the bush, but then they split up in several ways. My track was a longer route to the first merging so I figured if I just took it easy she'd be past the intersection before I reached it and shortly after that she'd be off down one of a number of paths.
All I've got to say is that she must be a lazy jogger. I was quite close to the intersection when she went trotting past. I slowed a little more so that I wouldn't be crowding her and sort of ambled down the path. It was no hardship watching her bounce along, her bottom bouncing quite happily while those shorts clung with loving kindness.
A little further down there was a path leading off to the right and I decided I'd go that way. I eased over to the right and was heading for that track when she suddenly shot sideways and jogged down the track in front of me. Now a big man like me has a fair bit of momentum and we don't just swerve and go in a different direction. That's just asking for a sprained ankle or worse. I found myself following her down the new track.
It didn't go unnoticed, either. She gave me a nasty look over her shoulder and picked up her pace a bit. Still a bit slow for me but what the hell, the view was fine. At the next place the path split she took off to the left, picking up speed as she went. I stuck to the main path and figured that would be the last I saw of her, because she now had twice the distance to travel to reach the next place that the paths crossed. I'd be past that point long before she got anywhere near it.
Ever noticed how life laughs at you? I went down my path at my normal jogging rate which is a reasonable speed. I was just approaching the next intersection which was a five-way crossing of paths when she came hurtling out of the path she'd taken and damn near ran me over. She must have run full tilt the entire way to get here at the same time as me.
She wasn't happy to see me. She gave me a furious look and asked (demanded) that I stop following her. Somewhat unfair, I thought, as I'd been trying to shake her loose. She just kept putting herself in front of me and wiggling that delectable little bottom at me. I tried to explain but she wasn't interested in letting me get a word in. She was too busy telling me what my problem was and the problem with men generally. Ever seen a Chihuahua yapping at a Great Dane? The Chihuahua is all noise and action and the Great Dane just stands there looking quizzical. That's how I felt right then.
Where things really went wrong was when she started accusing me of evil intent. I might have had some interestingly lusty ideas about her but it wasn't as though I'd been trying to pick her up. She just kept putting herself in front of me. Now you have to consider the facts.
We were in the middle of a nature reserve and I hadn't seen anyone else around. As a matter of fact the only cars I'd seen in the parking area were hers and mine. It was a pleasant day and as I'd already observed, she was minimally dressed, very attractively so. She was being rude and abusive for a situation that was mainly her fault. If she'd just jogged along normally we'd have long since gone our separate ways. The last fact was a memory that was tickling my mind.
The five-way intersection we were on consisted of the two paths that we had come up and two paths that led even deeper into the reserve, albeit in different directions. The fifth path was different. It was just a short track that went into the trees and finished at a little picnic area. There was a table and bench and, if memory served me correctly, a nice little patch of grass on a slight hill.
I couldn't help myself. I just had this irresistible impulse to do something I knew I shouldn't but was going to do anyway.
I reached for her and my hand closed firmly around her elbow. She shut-up, startled.
"I was not following you," I told her decisively. "I was stalking you and now I've got you. Come on."
