The sun was just starting to warm the air as I jogged my last lap around the park. I hadn't ran as far as I normally did, but I had spotted you sat at the little outdoor café. You were in your running clothes; your tight t-shirt showing your lean body and powerful arms. I brushed stray hairs away from my face, trying to look as presentable as possible. I slowed to a walk, signalling the waitress who served me every day. She knew my order. I took the chair opposite you and smiled my best flirty smile. This was a routine we repeated so often, I knew it would give me just the boost I needed.
Your eyes travelled up my tanned, long legs as I stretched in the chair. My shorts are almost indecently short. I part my thighs a little, knowing that you will be able to see my underwear up the baggy legs of the shorts. As we flirt, your eyes flicker down again and again. Absently, I stroke the top of my leg, my fingers travelling in circles that occasionally travel under the hem. I love driving you crazy like this. I decide it's time to flash you something else. Leaning forward, sipping my drink suggestively through the straw, I let you get a good glace at the tops of my breasts. I can see that you are hard; the bulge in you shorts is too large to hide. I smirk. I love teasing you, knowing that you will never get your hands on me. You have a good body, but I am way out of your league. Even if you asked me out, I think I would tell you no. It's much more fun to imagine you at home, in the shower, wanking in frustration over glimpses of my tits and pants.
"Fancy running a little further?" I nod. We have done this a couple of times, but don't do it often enough for it to be a habit. My smile widens as I know you will enjoy watching my ass wiggling and my tits bouncing. I will definitely have bend and tie my shoes at some point.
Thinking about the last time we did this makes me sure that you are cursing the good weather. As we were running before, the heavens opened, torrential rail battering us. As always I had been running in tiny shorts. It had been really hot, and I was incredibly tanned, so my outfit was skimpier than usual and white. The top I had on was very supportive so I wasn't wearing a bra, and I hadn't bothered with underwear. Running as bare as possible always made me horny. You had led us to a run down hut: deserted, filthy, in the middle of no where, but out of the rain.
It was the only time I had felt that maybe our flirting would be forced to another level. I had sat in a chair, legs spread, white top and shorts see through. I knew you could see my hard nipples, the red colour they take on when they are really sticking out. I knew that with my legs opened invitingly, you would be able to see the outline of my slit. The shorts were tight enough and soaked enough. I also knew that you would know I was unshaved, the dark patch of my pubic hair must have been evident. You had looked at me like you would take me then and there.
I had been stupid that day. As you gazed at me I stood, walked over to you and pressed myself close. I told you I was freezing. I had rubbed my body up and down against yours, then feigned shock when you leant in for a kiss. You had gripped the tops of my arms tightly, as I rejected you, before coming to your senses and apologising. Feeling triumphant, knowing that there was no threat, I had bent over in front of you to fiddle with my shoe laces. I knew that the fabric was now so tight against my pussy and ass that you could probably even see my clit poking out from between my pussy lips. I had gone home and fingered myself so hard after that, the thrill of teasing you was amazing.
Still, there is no hope of teasing you like that today. The sun is far too hot, with not a cloud in the sky. We jog further than I intended to. I start to feel strangely breathless, my legs a little wobbly. I slow to a stop with you coming to a halt behind me. As a wave of dizziness and nausea wash over me, I bend forward to rest my hands on my knees. I feel your hand on my back. It annoys me, but I feel too ill to argue. You take the top of my arm and pull me upright. I stagger into you, my legs giving way.
"Come on, we can go to that hut. You can rest a while." I hadn't realised we were near there, but I am glad. My heart is hammering in my chest and I can barely stand. You half carry me, but after a few steps into the bushes we are entering the hut. It looks different from before. There is a mattress on the floor, there are tools and rope. A rucksack. I turn, puzzled.
"Someone must be here." I slur. You let go of me and I fall to my knees. You are smiling down at me. I lay on my side as the world seems to slip to the side, tilting and tipping. I hear you laugh, though it sounds like you are very far away. My limbs are leaden.
Consciousness comes slowly. I can't breathe properly. There is fabric in my mouth that I try to spit out. It tastes a little oily. I remember where I am. I realise that I must be face down on the mattress. My hands are bound painfully behind me. I moan, then scream into the fabric as a hand caresses my hair.
