Breathing hard, puffs of steam escaping into the morning air, lungs feeling like they're on fire.
Aren't you glad you've made that resolution to take upjogging again? So cold early in the morning, dark out too, but so quiet...a good time to let your mind wander as you run.
The dieting, the running...why? Are you hoping to meet someone special, perhaps?
Whatever the reason, I've seen you jogging by, each morning so early, your ass swaying so seductively in those sweats you wear, your breasts bouncing gently. I find myself waking up early, anxiously going to the window to watch you jog by. You're like an early morning treat...a great way to start my day. I let my robe fall open as you pass by, my hand finding my cock as it starts to stiffen.
Soon I find my mind preoccupied with your image throughout the day. Thoughts of your sweaty body filling my mind, wondering what it'd be like to rub up against you, reach up under the sweats, feel your heart pounding in your chest.
One morning I can no longer resist...I'm there waiting for you, crouched behind my shrubs. Timing my leap just right I grab you, pull you onto my lawn, my hand covering your mouth.
"Don't make a sound...I don't want to hurt you" I whisper in your ear. I drag you into the garage, your legs kicking. Pushing you up against the wall, I again tell you to be still, my hand now around your throat, cutting off the supply of air.
It's dark in the garage, so you can't make out my face, but my voice cuts through the darkness. "I said don't make a sound...and stop struggling. I've been watching you for a while, I know what you want, what you need."
Your mind is reeling now, you're thinking of your kids, your husband...what do I want?
"So pretty...are you showing off for me?" I ask, my voice just a little shaky. My fingers stroke through your hair. "I've seen your kind at the gym, wearing next to nothing, or even walking down the street, or running like you do....using every excuse to show off your body. You're all nothing but cheap little sluts."
My hand now reaches under your sweatshirt, cupping your breast, and your breathing deepens, what's happening, you wonder.